I use to feel things; they touched my core and sent me over. I have all these memories of that drive, that feeling, but I can't feel it. I just feel the ghostly present of what it was, of what I use to have. I guess that's ok.
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Secrets to Knowlege
PoetryEmptying my thoughts into the void of other people...*some are poorly written, and by some I mean most, so please bear with me * (on a different note please don't skip the first one)
