March 5, 2011
Everything is false
Because of you
Even this ongoing pulse
And you didn't care, or even knew

My life is fiction
and you laugh at me
Making my cheeks turn to crimson
You buried me deeply

All I am to you is a memory
A ghost of the past
nothing mighty
An outcast

But what you are to me,
Well you`re not even a figment
Not a memory
But a lair and nonexistent

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