Something forgotten, something lost

I find myself forgetting what it is that makes me sad, it makes me worry and wonder about the pain that I now have.

What is it that I lost that no longer remains with me? Was it a person? A place? My dearest memory?

Perhaps more than that, it was simply all three, and the thing I truly lost, was what it was that made me…me.

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