what behind me

I am still searching for myself in the faces of people and books. I am still trying to look forward and look like I forgot
What behind me, but they told me they did not forget, and my writings reveal me, I asked my pen to stop and he said no pause
Until the ink dries, and so what i can do? do what my grandfather told me not to lie on my papers, maybe on others. but I i`m just write not explaine

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