If I could remember myself,
My very true being,
I would turn around,
And be something else.
I once was so happy,
Smart and care-free.
Now I am nothing,
And have earned stupidity.
What am I now?
A lonely thought,
Swarming about your mind?
Or just nothing comes to mind?
When I'm gone,
Would you care?
Or am I just something,
That is left without a care?
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