The past

I am the ruin of my own existence

I’ve constructed a monster

Yet I’ve deconstructed a twisted human

I can walk for miles to nowhere

I am what I am

A newborn ghost

A secret

A lie

An incomplete true

Something to hide

Someone to avoid

A thought

A whisper

The past

Someone may find something to like about me

A tier of ancient joy perhaps

But my finest memories are way past me

I’m gone yet I’ve been left here




I know you can’t stand the look at me

I understand

I hope that you can understand that I will never stop smiling at you…

My uncertainty

My senseless feeling

My broken sensation

My future…

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