We're all just a bunch of faces in a crowd getting lost
I'm still stuck between memories of who I am and who I used to trust
I feel like this is going to haunt me till the day they lay my body down and my bones turn to dust
Back to that sickening primordial rust
That's all we are dust
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PoesieThings I should have said when I had the chance. A assortment of different types of poetry and things.
