So many memmories long and gone.
So many people lost, missing. Silent.
My old self along with them,
I didn't want to forget, i didn't want to become lost...
But yet i find new people. New Me's.
Will it all be better, when i'm turely gone and lost?
My time hasn't come, but it comes for us all.
I used to want it. I wanted to find it.
But now i don't...
And that saddens more,
More then any saddness i have ever exsprenced.
Irony...Harsh irony.
Which is better? Which is worse?
Being so sad that you want to die?
Or being so happy that you don't want to die?
gothic-leo Community Member 
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