I remember a day
It was Thanksgiving Day
I went out to play
It was cold, and crisp, and solemn.
I remember the time
My grandpa was dying
Everybody was crying
It was sad, and confusing, and numbing.
I remember events
That don't make sense
But I am convinced
That they are real, and I am sane.
I remember things too
I'm not sure are true
There are quite a few
They disturb me, and bother me.
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