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Death


I figured I was dead, about yesterday. 
Did it change my whole life? No, but it made more sense on how things kept evolving and how I didn't feel like I was learning. 
And maybe I am stuck in a mood; maybe- I am stuck being you. 
I am not the 10 yr old that left this world alone. So yes, I don't know everything but I do know that me, is not you anymore.
My family acts as if i'm around just to keep my spirit out of a tomb. Yet the truth is that I am so buried in the ground. 
I’ve been there rotting for years, but these tears won't seem to leave their eyes. 
I despise keeping them around because all they're going to get, is hurt. 
Because I'm in this loop, endless loop it keeps going on while they're moving on. 
I don't understand why they're dragging me with them. 
I am gone, thin out of the air and I can't live, 
So I'm not heard.

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