I lie in my bed,
And I can't help but think
Of all the things
That have happened
To me.
Some good,
Some bad,
But all of them are memories,
Ones that I made.
All the smiles,
All of the tears,
The fake anger,
The pure annoyance.
It all connects to
Who I am,
Who I will be,
And who I was.
Memories are what built me.
They build all of us,
Affect how we see the world,
We will know our lifes from
The rights we have,
Taking those away,
Would only effect the ones after us.


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