Some days I go blurry eyed thinking about life. and life feels so eccentric. I wonder if anyone remembers anybody after they’re gone to the afterlife.
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Ever since the time I was introduced to this world from my mother’s womb, I longed for her to give me her valuable old jade jewelry, which she kept in her deepest cabinet. Where little girls grow into their mother’s face, little boys face their father’s rage. It’s a brutal distress to live in a world, where people stand by to scoop you from within like a melon clean, chase you like a creature in your sleep. The sun rays touching my skin remind me I'm alive But how is this reality? That all of these people have been ended by a tragedy The wind whispering by reminds me I'm alive But tell me how is this true? That a bag of skittles scared you blue The music pumping through my body reminds me I'm alive But am I really because the peaceful protest has ended with vexation started by those who didn't deserve an invitation The blood pulsing through my body reminds me I'm alive I'm alive and living a breathing nightmare |
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