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Kayla Uhlenberg, Student Contributor

Nameless,

Something free of identity,

Free of being known as someone,

Just wishing to forget it all,

I held up the burnt name card that barely spoke my name,

The name card that I use to always know and love,

The name card that held memories that wish to never be spoken of,

I drop the name card into the burning flames that threw sparks around everywhere,

The fire had a campfire scent that filled the open air,

The fire that will get rid of everything,

The fire that will finally help me forget,

I pick up the new name card I was given,

I stare at it for a while,

Thinking of all the new memories that could be made,

With the new name card that I held.