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wear watches without a battery because the days can’t tick if the arms don’t move nothing really has to move in fact, it was all just a figment of our imagination on this day i got out of bed and i saw a dead person i shut my eyes because it wasn’t real none of this was ever real tell me how to stop forcing myself to feel something tell me why i must pretend to make it mean something tell me about how the number thirteen always meant something special tell me about how the number thirteen made you feel something how do i tell Him that i don’t believe in him but that i believe in you how do i tell you that i don’t remember the sound of your voice from he was a good man to he was Probably a good man you aren’t a god He isn’t even a god who is the real god here? how unfortunate it must be living in two worlds at once i’ll let grandma know about my conversations with god blink hospital room blink grandma’s screaming blink pray and everything will be okay blink i don’t remember the first day blink burgundy rug blink mama’s screaming blink first grade teacher blink standing over your grave blink i don’t remember the last day
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
march nineteenth two thousand and five
wear watches without a battery because the days can’t tick if the arms don’t move nothing really has to move in fact, it was all just a figment of our imagination on this day i got out of bed and i saw a dead person i shut my eyes because it wasn’t real none of this was ever real tell me how to stop forcing myself to feel something tell me why i must pretend to make it mean something tell me about how the number thirteen always meant something special tell me about how the number thirteen made you feel something how do i tell Him that i don’t believe in him but that i believe in you how do i tell you that i don’t remember the sound of your voice from he was a good man to he was Probably a good man you aren’t a god He isn’t even a god who is the real god here? how unfortunate it must be living in two worlds at once i’ll let grandma know about my conversations with god blink hospital room blink grandma’s screaming blink pray and everything will be okay blink i don’t remember the first day blink burgundy rug blink mama’s screaming blink first grade teacher blink standing over your grave blink i don’t remember the last day
i put too much faith in you now there is nothing left of me; i'd like to cross paths again someday but i wouldn't recognize you if i saw you; i have no memories left; did you ever really exist; tell me if my entire existence is a dream; i don't remember you like everyone else does; i don't remember you like i should.
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
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