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Last published Thu, Jul 21, 2016
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.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
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
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Forgetting something you know you're supposed to remember is very annoying, but what happens if that something or someone is important. Like let's say you forgot the guy your head of heels for and the supposed to be best friend that is apparently some psychopath trying to kill you. Oh and your living with the thought that the person you're supposed to be in love with is just a forgotten burnt memory which is tearing him apart to. It sucks severely because I can't even remember the damn day or my mother. I've lost everything I knew and loved. Let me start over. My name is Page and this is how I lost my memory and part of my life... What happens when hate and lies mix? Well let's just say things get dirtied red. (Is getting rewritten but feel free to read)
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