It's almost funny
I watch these recorded images
My childhood
But I don't remember a thing
Who is she?
And him?
Are they related to me?
Is that really me
Or a distortion?
Those years
Escape the grasp
Of my mind
A receding memory
The days of old fade
With each new day
Why can't I remember?
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