Hidden Memories

You don’t see them.

I can.

Each one of them

Holds a memory.

I remember the first one,

I remember the last one.

And I fear

They’ll reappear.

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About heatherd001

Hello! My name is Heather. I'm sixteen years old and I love to write (poems mostly) but I'm working on some story- and novel-writing. Writing is a creative outlet for me.
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