I live
To be perceived
By strangers I don’t know
Every line I write is just an adage
A proof of concept that I was here
That I lived
That I died
And who I am will be lost to time
Every word I say will outlive me
To live is to die
Who im perceived as will outlive me
I could die a infinite times before they finally plant me
And I know they’d just replace me
I am a slowly dying animal writing out a story
To live is to die
Both everyone and no one has felt how I am
I live for tabloid headlines and women
Everything I say is a remix
Im sorry to tell you this but
If you play it backwards you’ll get nothing
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Author:
HumanSadness (
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- Published: June 13th, 2023 13:12
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 4
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