The inside of my mind is an interesting place. It is this tomb locked deep inside of an unknown world where people turn into ghosts, and did I mention that these ghosts are still alive? Still breathing, still going about their lives, except in front of my face. It baffles me how these real live human beings become a paranormal experience that I can brush off as a memory as easy as I could tell you they never existed in the first place. There are people i will never remember and there are people who are in a prison in my mind solely for the torture of my own self. If I had a dollar for every time I thought about how much I missed somebody, maybe Id be able to afford a lobotomy, or a surgery to remove that section of my brain.
Posted on: Fri, 03 Oct 2014 07:56:40 +0000
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