Everybody dies; harsh as a truth.
Sooner, later, tomorrow, next year, even if it takes 40 more.
I know we take it lightly, serious only when thought throughly.
Still, why bother pretend to care of those dead when you never bothered when they were alive? If you never had when they were around, why mourn and weep over what's gone. It seemed trivial before, why act as if it never was? What a bunch of ungrateful hypocrites. That's how we see whose lost it is. Odd, how we get a sense of aggravation when nothing's felt as if it should come naturally which it does, most times to most people just perhaps, not them, not us- we never gave a damn so put up a front as if no one could tell. Guess we're just never ending question marks and contradictory statements.
Sooner, later, tomorrow, next year, even if it takes 40 more.
I know we take it lightly, serious only when thought throughly.
Still, why bother pretend to care of those dead when you never bothered when they were alive? If you never had when they were around, why mourn and weep over what's gone. It seemed trivial before, why act as if it never was? What a bunch of ungrateful hypocrites. That's how we see whose lost it is. Odd, how we get a sense of aggravation when nothing's felt as if it should come naturally which it does, most times to most people just perhaps, not them, not us- we never gave a damn so put up a front as if no one could tell. Guess we're just never ending question marks and contradictory statements.
The thing about leaving is that,
no one notices until you're gone.
Lets go back.
Although not home- safe.
Although not quiet- calm.
-riri-
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