I often stand at the end of a cliff and ask myself... what if I jumped, would anyone remember me, would anyone visit my grave. I remember visiting my nana's grave alot when I was younger but gradually the memories faded and she became more of a name on a plaque than a memory. A big part of my family have passed on not leaving a trace of what once was and what will be, I am no different from them, so does that make me selfish for feeling that i deserve better... Or does their always come a time in your life when you must ask yourself... Will they remember me?
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