Forgetten
when that times comes,
when the city of bones will open its gates to welcome us
knowing the we have noway back
I refuse to be forgotten
for i will stick
with my smile always telling generation after another
how to love,how to smile,
how to love the pen,
or how to be pretty,
like a little spirit I will be never leaving
for each time they read what I wrote
what we wrote
they will see our sweet smiles.
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