Once I have told the tale of dead men walking on feet.
At first they didn't believe until they saw they stopped to breath.
Once I have seen a ghost in a living corps.
My eyes never lie no they don't ever deceive.
I have seen them burn and rot right before me.
Cursing me in there last brith to an ever lasting grief.
The fell, they fell like leaves of dead trees.
The burn in hell 'cause they are lying thieves.
I live and move on.
Become what I once dreamed.
I spread my wings, I aim for the height.
I breath my lungs, yes I am finally free.
But then I wake up, and find that all was just a dream.
So I sleep yet again so my freedom will be regained.
In a dream in a fantasy.
Where I can breath again.
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don't be that person that makes others wish you where gone so they can finally breath.
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I Was Here Once
RandomThis is just some random stuff like a rant of depression and emotions that I would like to see if there are people out there feeling the same way. Most of what is going to be written here will be a true story. I shall not reveal the identity of the...
