(Written September 6, 2007, at age 20.)
i refuse to accept the passage of time,
as i sit here today, now, you are me
and like the road before me
that dips, then disappears into the darkness
our present dips, and our future disappears
but our past is as vivid
as the meaningless reality that fills my eyes
will you ever remember who i am?
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