(I wrote this a long time ago when I was twelve. I just read this physiological article and it made a big impact on the way I thought) 498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdBGE4T7DZb
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I started to write this letter to myself years from now
I’ll read this when I’m older, that’ll be my vow
Right now I’m still twelve, but I’ll be thirteen soon
I’ll be celebrating my birthday at January right after noon
I wrote previous letters and in four years time
Those letters would have passed our timeline
Maybe in another dimension I’m already reading
We forget many things for time is so fleeting
Soon we’ll be forgotten as the names of our ancestors were
Time goes too fast, always speeding by as a blur
I will leave my mark so people would remember
I’ve been here much longer than just January to December
Burying my letter I hope it’ll be found
And know that I existed and not just some past sounds
Dying isn’t sunshine but for me there’s something worse
That I’ll be forgotten in history and my existence would disperse
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