Description
It's not people or weapons that's going to kill you. It's yourself. It's your memory. It's your mind. Memories exist. But you don't. You're just a figment of your own imagination. That means....... You're not real. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'm just a normal average girl in town... Passing the street lane With nerdy glasses on Blonde locks flowing down my forehead Nobody really cared.... Their gazes meet mine but then flicker off to something else When I slip on the bare granite surface nobody cares to pick me up. When I slam the counter for attention nobody even cares to look at me When I pick up an old lad's purse she doesn't even bother to say thank you.. Nobody cares. No one. Well, now, I don't care for them My own choice.....will destroy them all
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