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May 30
No one knows what it really means to die.
What does it mean to be truly dead?
Does it mean that your heart stops beating?
Or is it when you are forgotten?
Or is it when the person inside of you is broken?
And you never cry again?
It's a shame
That everybody will forget my name
Move along with their lives
God, I'm so childish
To think I ever meant something to anybody
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Vesper  M/somewhere else
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