Change

It's not people or weapons that's going to kill you.
It's yourself.
It's your memory.
It's your mind.
Memories exist.
But you don't.
You're just a figment of your own imagination.
That means....... You're not real.
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I'm just a normal average girl in town...
Passing the street lane
With nerdy glasses on
Blonde locks flowing down my forehead

Nobody really cared....

Their gazes meet mine but then flicker off to something else

When I slip on the bare granite surface nobody cares to pick me up.

When I slam the counter for attention nobody even cares to look at me

When I pick up an old lad's purse she doesn't even bother to say thank you..

Nobody cares.
No one.

Well, now, I don't care for them

My own choice.....will destroy them all