i remember when i was fresh, brimming with ideas, with aspirations, with dreams with hopes with silly ambitions; when i first came here, i was awkward, i was silly, i wasn't cool; and all i wanted was just to be liked, just to be accepted, just to feel wanted and just to fit in; it wasn't that difficult-

and despite all the changes in my life;
the modules i've taken, the clothes/shoes/bags i've bought/sold, the postcards i've written/sent, the hall meals i've eaten/missed, the people that have come and go in my life-

what remains-

i am still here.

at this lovely/wretched place that has shaped me/made me/broke me.
at times in lonely times and spaces, thinking about 'what if's,
i wonder what would have happened, and what could have been,

but the truth remains that i've left my mark here;
that you've left your mark here,

eusoff.

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it's hard to forget;
when there are reminders of you everywhere!

even when i'm not really noticing....


and sometimes i wonder if you're okay, and doing fine
[which you probably are, really! you always are...]
even though i'm not really supposed to...

but maybe the point is not to forget-
i've not been known to be forgetful when it comes to these sentimental things...
not like the homework/6323456787654324 things i can't ever seem to remember!

maybe i could just fill it up in a box,
and then put it at a corner-
don't need to throw it away;

i'll just leave it in a corner.