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How Some Die

I have been dead for the past 4 years.
The person you see is not who they appear.

I know you may see me, but im not here anymore.
My brain's all that's left and it's taken control.

It took control of my body, and my state of mind.
Yes it'll still be here when i'm out of time.

I'm not apart of that person who used to be,
Just a wandering soul in their place of dreams.

My brain has taken me, shot me in the trash bin.
It'll change my past life, so a new life begins.

The one who is talking, and introducing themselves.
Is a girl with "Amnesia" who needs "mental help."

But really it's the brain causing all the damage.
Reproducing it's cells to create a new personality.

But no one else knows and will never find out.
It's happened numerous times, you be careful now.

This has been a warning and the story of my death.
It wasn't a cancer, its your brain fighting back.
Written by Bellababy08 (Lali)
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