I remember my first kiss, how it felt like slimy slug crawling on my lips,
although I don't remember who by.
One day I hope I am big enough to blow you away so you glide in the wind. 
One day I won't remember you,
but today I can say,
my past was a prison I'd rather forget.
I remember everything that was ever done to me, 
too young to defend myself so I pretend to forget.

Read more at: http://www.kiagarriques.com/i-remember/

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Tags: Garriques, Kia, feelings, past, poem, regret, sorrow

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