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Living in the now, new memories are made
Day by day the old r erased
What is this place? Bcuz this world
Has changed; it ain't the same, like them good ol' days.
Now
Confused .
High.
Up in smoke.
Lost in a dream.
How can i be so alive, but be so dead?
Is this my test.. my trial and tribulations; Realization;
Unraveling rationalizations.
We're the product of our own imagination...
Questions.....
© Melissa Withers
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
°•○ Untitled ●•°
Living in the now, new memories are made
Day by day the old r erased
What is this place? Bcuz this world
Has changed; it ain't the same, like them good ol' days.
Now
Confused .
High.
Up in smoke.
Lost in a dream.
How can i be so alive, but be so dead?
Is this my test.. my trial and tribulations; Realization;
Unraveling rationalizations.
We're the product of our own imagination...
Questions.....
© Melissa Withers
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