To put this life into words seems easy. When you sit down to do it you cant remember why you sat down to write about it at first.
You dont remember the day you were brought into the world. Yet everyone around you does. They laugh and scream and want a piece of you. You're never actually a part of it.
And nobody will remember your last day except you. They'll mourn and cry. But they'll never be a part of it.
Its messed up, isn't it?
The day your life starts you dont know, and the day it ends nobody else knows.
You dont remember the day you were brought into the world. Yet everyone around you does. They laugh and scream and want a piece of you. You're never actually a part of it.
And nobody will remember your last day except you. They'll mourn and cry. But they'll never be a part of it.
Its messed up, isn't it?
The day your life starts you dont know, and the day it ends nobody else knows.
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