Why I Photograph ?

One day everythining is gonna be gone
I will forget my nana's laugh, and the way my tata loved cigars
The stars won't shine the same
I held a camera to capture the moments I know I will soon forget
One sunny Friday afternoon you said it
January 22 was the day my mind blew up
It's July 31st and I forgot everything that has happened
I never once took a picture of her
Eventually she didn't exist in my mind
I should've token a picture of her

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