
His Funeral…
“His funeral was last night. He said his goodbyes, though there weren’t many words said. It was his demeanor that was the goodbye. I told him I didn’t need him anymore. I told him that what he

“His funeral was last night. He said his goodbyes, though there weren’t many words said. It was his demeanor that was the goodbye. I told him I didn’t need him anymore. I told him that what he

Yes, it’s a real eye that you can attain. A sight that allows you to see anything at any given moment as if it were endless. It’s an eye that removes thought from its operating system. It

This is my voice talking now so stop giving so much thought into what you want to write, because this isn’t your time but mine. I just need you as a tool. You’re merely a tool I

The return to reality is strange. Sleep has become a dead space for your non-existence. Every day you wake is a day worth all of your life. Today is all there is to you. Not even today,






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