jackiegiirl
What if, nobody truly existed?
Paper and ink.
But none of us know it.
We don't control our thoughts.
Some things show it.
That sense of dejavu,
may be something more.
What could it be?
Existence no more.
Hiding and crawling.
Wanted for dying.
Creepy and gross.
Grabbing some crumbs from your toast.
I don't like them.
I hate math. The division between what and what? Excuse me, i have no freakin' idea what you're talking about. -_- Math.
Your mind is sinking far beneath your body, crazed and vunerable. You don't know where to hide and you're trying to find a way out, but its impossible. The world is strapped onto you like a backpack, pulling you down and you don't know how to climb with it.
Her face was changing through time, an unstoppable clock, a transport through centuries.. but that was life, and in your own skin, you are a transporter
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