"I Never Give My Real Name."
Because "On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero."
Am I Blind, Am I real?
Do I see, do I feel?
I can hate, I can cry
I can love, I can die
I am blind, I'm not real
I can't see, nor I feel
I do hate, and I cry
I don't love, for I die
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Some times I wish upon a star and think that bliss is not too far, but then I slip back to reality and realize that this is not for me...
YES, The Eyes pictured here are mine, different colors? It's called lighting, calm yourself down and enjoy.
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Sign Me!! I said Sign Me!! Please.
And The Footsteps of those who have?
October. Three years without my grandmother. I have lived through the best year of my life so far and changed so much so often it's humiliating. However, I'm writing again. So, if you're here, enjoy the writing, I think?
*~*I know these aren't quite what you expected Nana...but this..and these...are all for you...So many times you were there for me...when All I needed was a Safe Haven...and literally Week after Week for Years you gave me that...I owe you everything Grandmother...R.I.P.*~*
We miss you Nana........everything sucks without you. I have no escape anymore, instead of coming to see you on the weekends I have to resort to hurting myself. Life sucks, I hope I can see you soon. I love you Nana...I miss you.
My Poetry/Songs/Writings
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Who Am I??
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