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I love a lot of things.
If you ever need anyone to talk to, I will listen.
I see stars begin to fade
As I'm walking to my grave...
Necessary for life...
slim metal shard
slices pale skin...
feeling like you'll break...
We all have dreams, hidden away in the attics of our mind. Forgotten and broken and unrealistic dreams. But they can be molded into more realistic dreams, they can be fixed and remembered.
I've always been alone. I've always been replaceable. All I want is to be noticed. To be irreplaceable to someone before I'm gone.