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you showed me your past on a computer screen
pointed at your flaws
your mistakes
everything that makes you human and
you said, help me fix this
there must be a glitch
people say i'm not real.

well hell honey
breathe in nostalgia and
what life has painted for you
with her fragile hand
tell me if life's worth living or not
after you met death that bleak september
night.

in my many seventeen years of life
i know one thing scarier than death:

life.



ps:: i promise to make it less vague. this was a stream of thought.