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I am slowly realizing that I am no one. I feel as if my significance in others lives is all but gone (as if it was there.)<br />I always walked the path I felt with my heart. I am nothing. I am a hypocrite. I am a liar. The pressures of living<br />and the pressures of being alive deteriorate (within myself i am laughing.) I move in moments. Moments.<br />Greater<br />than<br />you<br />or<br />I.<br />Time has shown to heal most everything. But being plagued by the shells of old ghosts has made me tired. I grow<br />tired of the prodding feeling of burying the insides of disease. My faith stands. Brittle and cold. The feeling of<br />hearing my last breath exit my lungs and the cries come from all who care so dearly. I am sorry. My time is<br />not now but i have stolen the clock. I have no desire to wind it again. I pass through you like a ghost with no<br />beginning or with no ending. I have seen the despair. I am despair.
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I am slowly realizing that I am no one. I feel as if my significance in others lives is all but gone (as if it was there.)<br />I always walked the path I felt with my heart. I am nothing. I am a hypocrite. I am a liar. The pressures of living<br />and the pressures of being alive deteriorate (within myself i am laughing.) I move in moments. Moments.<br />Greater<br />than<br />you<br />or<br />I.<br />Time has shown to heal most everything. But being plagued by the shells of old ghosts has made me tired. I grow<br />tired of the prodding feeling of burying the insides of disease. My faith stands. Brittle and cold. The feeling of<br />hearing my last breath exit my lungs and the cries come from all who care so dearly. I am sorry. My time is<br />not now but i have stolen the clock. I have no desire to wind it again. I pass through you like a ghost with no<br />beginning or with no ending. I have seen the despair. I am despair.
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