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Saturday, October 16, 2010

Hey Friend, Concider Me Dead


It's just a waste. A game I've forgotten how to play. The rules don't make sense to me anymore, to be ignored, what's the point? I'd rather watch you fall. Especially if you think I'm going down with you. I stand tall, for once I know where I stand, where I'll land, run around and you'll soon find out, you're alone this time.

When did I make it so clear that I'm a fool? That I'm your walking stick, a crutch for your lies and mistakes you so cherish to make? Life can be beautiful, when you don't make a point to paint it all back to when the sun would never shine, the rain would keep you crying. It's time to pass. If you wish to come with me, drop the act.
Don't think I'll ever forget, I gave you that chance to make a plan to forget this mess, but you chose to keep up the story and explore me, just to see how far I'll let you destroy me. Oh, not anymore.
To you, I'm just a ghost.
Consider me dead.
I won't hold your hand.
I won't be a part of this plan.
When you decide you're alright with a mask and all the glory, I'll be long gone, so to you, my friend, consider me dead.
And I'll return the favor.

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