Is
Am
I?

Such wrong words but words can words express what I deserve?

What I heard is echoes of my own voice in a Hurd full of nerves that want to be released out of my words...

First I...well secondly....no no this will prolly be the third, where I'm fulling and filling in the feelings of a per-son.

Seeing you leave is like wind threw a hot day. Does that make sense? Cause you come and blow but I need sense cause this is not it.

Wait
Stop
Hold on! As I've become a puzzle piece to the forgotten

And I'm fine with it