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Identity Crisis
Would you remember me
When there's not much of me left?
When I'm faded,
Like a rock chipped away by erosion.
Would you remember me
When you're almost unrecognisable?
When I don't think I know who you are anymore;
Like a tree that's shed its leaves in winter.
Would you remember me
When the world's spinning starts to slow?
When everything disappears so quickly,
Would you remember me?
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Amelie Ison
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