dead poets (dead_poets21) wrote,
dead poets

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There is nothing to say

There is nothing that you can say now
you dont even talk to me anymore
cant you see that I miss you
Im all dried up
I no longer feel the way that I used to
Its all gone
Are yoy happy
do you even think of me
the days have never felt the same
the winter is very hard for me now
im not young
im getting older
you are dead
and I can begin to accept that
you are fucking worm food
and I am happy
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