Sometimes I think
That it's okay to feel this way
Because someday
You won't remember me
And I won't remember me either
I don't have a cure for that,
No I don't have an antidote
But it'll be alright because
You don't know what I am and well,
I don't know what I am either
The thought spreads
And it scares me
And I know
I want to really be okay
But it already is
Because you won't miss me
And no, I won't miss me either
I can't take it back
And nobody knows what's happening
Nobody cares to ask
Nobody cares to help
And not even I have the answers
I try to be strong
But the facade must end someday
And maybe today will be the day
You don't know what's going on
And that's okay
Because I do.

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If Life Doesn't Kill You, Emptiness Will.
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