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remember me, still wild, still free
no fate to claim, no lock, no key.
still rapping Wu-Tang through the night,
no weight to bear, no end in sight.

no silver threads upon my skin,
no weary back, no debt to sin.
still tracing stars inside your eyes,
where moonlit waves and echoes rise.

remember me, still chasing light,
still burning fast, still winning fights.
still smoking weed, still drowning deep,
still laughing loud, too wild to keep.

remember me, half-mad, all- true,
still speaking dreams that never grew.
with flowers shaking in my hand,
still lost in you, no place to stand.

remember me with fists in blood,
a little cruel, yet filled with love.
a reckless king with fire inside,
still standing tall against the tide.

still chasing highs, still tasting lows,
still torn apart, yet whole, who knows?
still weak, still strong, still bright, still blind,
still voiceless when you call my mind.

a drunken poet, left behind,
by friends, by you, by fate unkind.
yet stripped of all, I haunt the past.
remember me, I walk so fast.

so don’t forget—let’s take the road,
through dust and dawn where echoes flow.
just don’t forget—I’m here to stay,
forevermore, though time may go.