There are days when it seems people may
remember my story, the way they turn to look
at me as i pass them on the street a flash of recognition or a frown of confusion, as if they had seen my picture in the books of long past history. Long has the light gone from my world, i walk now in eternal darkness no one there to ease the pain. There are days when I am reminded of my companion long dead, he would ease me completely but now he is gone and i am alone. you may not belive me but of what I speak is true. If you read this do not forget me like so many others already have.
Pass my story on through the ages as i may not be able to
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