Now I
am living through the days thinking of my own regrets, so I must . . .
Thoughts by darienlee (443)
Self pity
may mean weak in its absolute, but . . .
If no one
believes me, believes in me, there's still one believes me, believes in me, I believe me, I believe in me.
I move on
every day, no matter where I am, where I go.
On the day of birthday,
tend not to remember the years of age, wonder it is the Alzheimer's call; tend not to realize the length of age, reminded by a friend's call; tend not to forget the happiness of age, because I have the family's call.