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by amy Dec 31, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Nothing is ever totally free nothing ever comes without cost even if no money is spent there is always something lost when you pretend not to see when you act like it isn\'t real to you I just don\'t exist it\'s not hate, you just don\'t feel and the cost isn\'t measured in anything you call real its measured in something called being able to feel can you feel their eyes passing right through you i know that i can everytime someone thinks im new when really i have been here all along, you just plugged your ears chose not to hear my song and when i needed you to look at me you, like everyone failed to see and in your failing you sealed the fates of many it wouldn\'t have cost you even a single penny but you chose to not look you chose to not see and you chose to stay you and forced me to be me and i wanted to be more like you were and you didnt see me all you saw was her and that was mistake number o.n.e. and its your fault i grabbed the g.u.n. and with your last chance you made mistake number t.w.o. of everyone there all i saw was y.o.u. and then i see your eyes and you finally see m.e. the gun to my temple and mistake number t.h.r.e.e. there was a mistake number f.o.u.r. because just as i walked through that d.o.o.r. you looked past me mistake number f.i.v.e. and with that glance i could still be a.l.i.v.e. you learned nothing\'s ever really free nothing ever really comes without cost even if not a penny is spent there is always something valueable lost