Its still here, laying on my shelf with what was still trapped inside, its the last bit of you i have left, its words now meaningless i still hang onto it in hopes that one day thoese words will come to life once more and never die again.
Days and time now seem like a death row sentance the more i hang on the longer my time,if and when i except may god have mercy on my soul
Sometimes i wonder and get lost in thought sometimes i ask who is doing the haunting? me or you? mabie its me trying to hard to connect to whats moved on into the next life, the new life.
Ifs and buts and should ofs and could ofs pollute my mind everyday, wanting the power to turn back time and make things different are now becoming a dream.
Your pressants still lingers here and i wont let it leave me alone, i have be friended it in hopes that one day i can touch apon its soul and heart once more









Hey Cuz.
How's things Comment on my work ;D
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i'm Just Another Kid
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ive got illustator but dunno how to use it lol./
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i'm Just Another Kid
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Angel for Adoption x
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