No
I am nothing but nothing
An empty vase if you will
Fill me with flowers
Become emptier still
I am no one but no one
My soul she was freed
Let her flea too far
Left my person in need
I have no way but no way
To be me again
Im shattered and squashed
Crippled with pain
I am nobody but nobody
Now I have so much flesh
In the wrong damn body
My fear still too fresh
I am nowh...
Sunday 18th November 2018 10:26 pm
Weigh Day
When a number is your everything
Holds more meaning than a name
Holds more names than roayalty
Despite their indeniable fame
Better to avoid that number
Dont want to feel the weight
Dont want to be crushed by everything
Nothing there but hate
You keep talking about that number
Like it is simply just that
Like its nothing but a figure
It says that im not f...
Sunday 18th November 2018 5:53 pm
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