We're not who we used to be,
We're just two ghosts,
standing in the place of you and me.
A dramatic 18 year old ass.
I am chaotic, senseless.
I write inchorently. Someday you'll read it. Maybe, someday you'll "stumble" upon this senseless cluster of words going supernova.
A part of me hopes that you wont.
A part of me rips the thought to shred.
For oblivion is what i seek. And onlivion is what i need.
Id very much like to remain forgotten. A mystery.
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