In the End

June 5, 2013

In the end When I’m long dead Will you cry When I die Am I just another useless Piece of furnature to you? Do I have a meaning, Do I have a worth? All it matters Is if you care I want to be needed I want to be love By you And only you No other will do.

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To be honest, There's not much to tell, I'm an everyday girl, Going from day to day, It's all grey, But that's okay, 'Cause that's all there is, Better grey than red, Better grey than dead. 15 and insane. There isn't much to know about me, because there isn't much left of me. I am a writer, an artist, and a dreamer. I am good at being none of the above. You will forget me, I guarantee it. But most of you will never know me so there is nothing to forget.

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