My Memories

I'm flipping through my Instagram. Forgotten places are still pretty. There's my mom fake in photograph. But all is gone, it's left for pity. My memories, my memories remind of Dates, events, hashtags. My memories. There's nothing left but drawbacks. My memories Remind of you, though I don't mind. My memories. I wish I could un-remember them. How long I haven't seen. I haven't seen, I haven't seen them all in Person, and I wonder. And I wonder If they still can remember me. Remember me, Remember me. If they still keep my phone number. My memories, my memories remind of Dates, events, hashtags. My memories. There's nothing left but drawbacks. My memories Remind of you, though don't mind. My memories. I wish I could un-remember them. My memories of dates, events, hashtags. My memories. There's nothing left but drawbacks. My memories. My memories, my memories remind of Dates, events, hashtags. My memories. There's nothing left but drawbacks. My memories Remind of you, though I don't mind. My memories. I wish I could un-remember them.