Am I Special?

Poem By Jeremy Willson

I've been thinking
Not like me
But like artist, and poetic Jeremy
I've been wondering
What it means to draw and write
I like to draw but I really love to write
Writing short stories, poetry, quotes
I just love it
It's inspiration
It's emotion
It's me
A part of me that wants
It needs to be noticed
I feel like no one knows
Except maybe two people
Special people
One is gone perhaps
But one still cares
They know, but what about everyone else?
Am I nothing to them?
Someone on the internet
Or someone they met and thought they knew
That's who I am
I believe yet I can't help but doubt
I will fade away and nobody will remember me
Who will remember my words except maybe one
One special person all alone
They will remember the real me
And they will weep because someone they love has died
Maybe that's enough yeah?
I hope so
I truly wish I make a lasting memory
And I hope I'm special too

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