I think as time passes on everything gets buried in me to a point were it is a part of me that I can never show or tell.
Lately there have been mentions of him. I wonder if he is alive or dead. I don't think I would really care if he was one or the other.
I know that he will get what deserves and I won't even have to lift a finger.
Sometimes I feel like my mom and brother have moved on, but then there is a sudden reality check and boom. I realize he is still present in their memory.
He is still in mine. The anguish, fear, anger, and sadness all hit me out if nowhere. It sucks when it does.
I'll be in such high spirits and then I crash.
Lately there is so much going on though that I barely have time to think and take a pause. Which is good I guess.
And soon enough I'll be leaving. Which is what I want.
But do I really?
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This Are My Thoughts- Short And Simple
RandomThis is basically what I've had in mind for the past 4 years. I needed to get this out there. It's more of a self deemed coping mechanism. I'll keep updating. Thanks for reading it really means a lot. :) ** pic is not mine credits to the owner. And...
