Sometimes I feel really lonely.

But that’s just me.

Staring at the cieling​.

Just wondering.

What would life have been

With no memories?

Why do we dwell in the past?

Sometimes forget who I am?

People have influenced me,

In ways I couldn’t control.

Sometimes for the better, others for the worst.

Some of great importance, others just minor.

Words were stitched and their impact can not be undone.

Sometimes I feel really lonely,

But that’s just me.

Staring at the cieling,

Simply wondering.

Written by M.A.B.D.O

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