Forgotten

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I fear to be forgotten.
I fear that when i leave,
no one will remember me.

Yeah ofcourse my friends and family,
But when they're gone?
Then so will be my memory.

But don't we all want to be rememberd?
We want to be someone, want to be special.
Aren't we all scared to die?

Oh the fear that people will forget.
Forget who we were, forget what we've done.

We all want to make a change in this word, to be different. Do accomplish something.

But it's no use. We can't help it. We'll be forgotten. Only some of us write history, and most of those are bad.

So unless you want to make it worse, don't try to change the world.

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