Forget

I just want to forget, all that is behind me.

I don't want to think, feel or care, but slide into the darkness.

I am forced into this existence, this place where I must pretend to like my place.

I have had my life dictated by children, and I am through with it.

I just want to forget, and be forgotten.

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