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Not of the living
I was once a man like you.
A man with emotions and
even a capacity for love.
Then I destroyed myself...
What remains is this shell.
This sad, lonesome ghost.
But no one seems to notice.
Seeing only the outside
they don't realize I am not
alive.
A man with emotions and
even a capacity for love.
Then I destroyed myself...
What remains is this shell.
This sad, lonesome ghost.
But no one seems to notice.
Seeing only the outside
they don't realize I am not
alive.
Published 19th Feb 2013
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19th Feb 2013 9:44am
20th Feb 2013 4:05am
19th Feb 2013 9:25pm
Oh, I can relate to this piece so much.
It's like I've hit a treasure chest of
emotion.
Seeing only the outside
they don't realize I am not
alive.
I love how much you are able to get
across with so little words.
It's like I've hit a treasure chest of
emotion.
Seeing only the outside
they don't realize I am not
alive.
I love how much you are able to get
across with so little words.
20th Feb 2013 4:07am
