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Hollowed
I spent my life making memories
with people who don't exist
anymore
it all seems fake, unreal
untrue like it never happened
all imagined,
ghosts left to haunt halls
no one will walk again,
now that's fucking tragic.
with people who don't exist
anymore
it all seems fake, unreal
untrue like it never happened
all imagined,
ghosts left to haunt halls
no one will walk again,
now that's fucking tragic.
Published 23rd Apr 2015
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23rd Apr 2015 8:52pm
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23rd Apr 2015 11:00pm
The past does at times seem unreal. Did t really happen? Who knows?
Provocative ink baby!
Provocative ink baby!
24th Apr 2015 6:09pm
Oh Nikkimoe! I have missed u so!!!
love this ink and it is so haunting and true ....
XOXO
FIre
love this ink and it is so haunting and true ....
XOXO
FIre
24th Apr 2015 9:22pm
Time, distance, and death... they suck the fun right out of it. A good one, Nikki.
26th Apr 2015 1:59am
It's an awesome poem. First three lines are great, the diction and meaning dance together beautifully...
Enjoyed...
Enjoyed...
27th Apr 2015 6:55am
29th Apr 2015 5:03am
Is a delusional world worthless or can the maps be extracted for tools?
23rd Jul 2015 4:08am
The internet has made it far too easy to escape realty and live with figments of each others desires. The past 18 years have been nothing but digital fantasies... you are not alone! jj
