

Decayed Being this is nothing true~ A substance in dark nirvana. A cut so deep is meant to kill,Decayed
Decaying the thought of entity. To walk the streets as though in existence. While something so great is fading, Disappearing...


Thoughts of You.Am I who you say I am to you?Thoughts of You.
Somebody as important as could be.
Or am I someone you take for granted, Someone that will always be. Do I even exist to you, like the breeze of the wind blowing. Or do you wish I would leave, like the pounding heat from the sun. If I told you how I felt, would you listen? And if I left, would you notice?
Am I, who you say I am to you?
Or do I mean less when I am not there.
If I feel abandoned, would you fix it?
Would you get mad, if I questioned it?
As I lay here, I see your face,
Its much appreciated
*pokes MiChelle* ____
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