Greetings to the dying me!

Come on, we never liked euphemisms,
Hope you've learnt to accept, now.
Yes, I'm gonna write an incoherent verse.
Verse? Strike that. Rant. That's better.

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Childish fears linger as I pen down,
Anticipation kills me with a smile.
Did you mature with age, all that wisdom?
Being awaiting since my first wisdom tooth.
Have a new perspective or dug deep-
Habits and mindset failed to change?

Still listen to weird music?
Have undying love for Adam?
Are you on your rocking chair,
Watching another funny episode of The Voice?
Did you just fall off laughing?
You haven't changed, you never do.

Are you over those things that killed,
You've survived all those bullets of life,
Think about them, him and her,
Don't let them fade into oblivion.
Pat yourself and reminisce about them,
Smile, laugh- cry at those memories.

Does that day you cried for hours,
Matter today? No, you've made it out.
Don't remember that now, please.
Nothing else matters today.
Only things that do are with you.
I hope it makes you feel alive.

I wish you are still with him,
He's bending over, giggling
Correcting the mistakes in this.
Perhaps even pulling at your wrinkled cheek.
I pray that you are still in love.
Give my love, to the boy I love.

Amnesia mellowed you down?
You can't even remember me writing?
This very time capsule, my heart out.
No, you are not hallucinating. Trust me.
I'd know, death didn't chase you down,
If you're smiling at how silly you were then.

There's more to come, love and learn.
Don't give up just yet, darling.
When it gets harder, look at me.
Hopefully writing this and sealing.
To, the dying me. (No euphemism)
From, the dying me. (Yes, no euphemism)