Last Thursday
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Edgar Newman, Grade 12
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Poetry
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2018
Everything feels like yesterday,
Was I awake all night again or did I just sleep the whole day?
Days no longer exist for me.
Day one is forgotten, my memory is fading rapidly.
I never wanted to forget.
If I don not remember what I said, did I really say it?
Can I trust you to remind me?
Would you rather let yourself forget or live with your mistakes?
I know which one I would have picked.
Sometimes I'm worried I really did.