December 2, 2009
Soon I will be a fuzzy image
No one will notice me in a crowd
My feelings dont even matter
They will not see me
I will not smell
I will not taste
All I will do is hear
I will be numb and I will hear the world fading away
Nothing will be distict
Only the people that are internally alive
Soon enough I have already disappeared in the haze and I have died

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