

3.2.4.There are people who rarely notice the things right in front of their eyes,3.2.4.
The reality in front of us we all share...
Happening.
Sometimes thinking to myself, I look at my life,
I know none could have lived it as I did... because it's mine.
Through memory, keeping the past alive forever, I became me.
I want to say all the things we never said to each other,
But I say them to everyone else instead...
Because you weakened me, like everyone else never could.