Its crazy because my deepest thoughts come to me when I am alone and have slow music playing. Its that thunder outside.. That rain pouring down my window, the wind whispering its way around me. Uncoded languages that probably explain the purpose of my existence. I have often found myself weeping as I every so often feel like noone will ever understand me, noone will ever try. Its almost like a feeling you get when you are in a room full of people but yet, you feel so alone. Screaming so loud but noone can hear you. Dying and noone noticing. The only memory of you remaining to be the girl that was there, but was I truly there to begin with, or was I a figure of the imagination, created by bored people in a conversation about a mad girl who writes poems about her non existing existence.. I’ll let you think…
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