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Think of Me

Looking down wondering
what have I become?
Sitting down and thinking
about the road I am on.
Ignoring those that pass me by
leaving me thinking and wondering why.
Am I more than what I think I am
this singular mind,
this singular man.
Stuck in my thoughts
stuck in this world
not knowing where to go as it turns.
I look down and wonder
what have I done,
have I left a memorable me
by the time that I am gone?
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Think of Me, by Jaimie Reel 3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
Coy Day More than 1 year ago
Noah Rostcheck More than 1 year ago
I like that it ends as a question, as well as the repetition in the middle. Nice job!
Dwight Drummond More than 1 year ago
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