A little scared now that I'm going to wake up for the last few seconds of a faithful day when I was seventeen. Everything from then on being an echo of what should have been.
Alone in a dark and cold room.
I scream but no one seems to hear.
Do I need to be with hard core drug abusers to be around people who think the same as me?
I'm having a terrible times understanding the scale of things around me.
I feel absolutely everything, and nothing.
There are two voices in my head. They are both me... am I two consciousnesses?
The year 2008 means nothing. nothing. Isn't it 1973? that year seems to carry great weight 1642. 1319. they seem so biblical. now we seem to be out of gods reach...
I really miss god. he was great wasn't he?/ she? it? they?
I am a flame burning in a jar, and I am about to suffocate myself. but is it me? or is it the jar?
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