Forgetting.

Forgetting, all the hurt that you have been through will be hell.
Just know, that I am here because you saved me from myself,
From my own personal hell.
So when my time comes,
Promise me that you won't remember,
All the cruel and wicked things I've done.
Let it be, your assurance to know,
That when my time comes, I'll be ready to go.
You always had a knack,
For putting yourself last,
So from now on...
The first thing I think of,
When I think to the past...
Will be you.
And your memorys of forgetting.
Forgetting all the hurt that you have been through will be hell.
Just know, that I am still alive, because you somehow managed to save me from myself.

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