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The loud noises, The laughter. I hear them now, Even though I am miles away. Their voices hang in the air Like pictures. Forever reminding me of what could have been. I could have done this, I could have changes myself I could have been the one who didn’t Die. But, I wasn’t. I choose to stay true to myself To be who I wanted to be I choose to not let their views affect me. I choose who I was without the help of other Who would criticize my every move Who would try to make me something I was not. The voices, The laughter, Are hallow. I know they all wanted to be like me, Free, not carrying about a thing, Different. That world defines me. I don’t blend in with the crowd. I am the one you can pick out easily. I am the only one who is different. Now more so than ever. I can watch them without their knowledge I can influence their lives I can make them who they want to be. I could be alive, But that would take away who I was. I could be the girl who no one saw for years And changed the most. But I wasn’t. I died, not because anyone wanted me to Or because I wanted to. I died because I was needed elsewhere. I was needed to help those around me in A way they will never know. I died to help everyone, to be their guardian angel, To be their loved one. I did not die I am not in a coffin, But I am so invisible I could be dead.
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Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
I Could Be
The loud noises, The laughter. I hear them now, Even though I am miles away. Their voices hang in the air Like pictures. Forever reminding me of what could have been. I could have done this, I could have changes myself I could have been the one who didn’t Die. But, I wasn’t. I choose to stay true to myself To be who I wanted to be I choose to not let their views affect me. I choose who I was without the help of other Who would criticize my every move Who would try to make me something I was not. The voices, The laughter, Are hallow. I know they all wanted to be like me, Free, not carrying about a thing, Different. That world defines me. I don’t blend in with the crowd. I am the one you can pick out easily. I am the only one who is different. Now more so than ever. I can watch them without their knowledge I can influence their lives I can make them who they want to be. I could be alive, But that would take away who I was. I could be the girl who no one saw for years And changed the most. But I wasn’t. I died, not because anyone wanted me to Or because I wanted to. I died because I was needed elsewhere. I was needed to help those around me in A way they will never know. I died to help everyone, to be their guardian angel, To be their loved one. I did not die I am not in a coffin, But I am so invisible I could be dead.
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Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
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