Skim I skim the pages of a forgotten past, fading cries and dying laughs. I laugh at pages yellowing and old, withering away at the bone gnawing cold. The#moonis high the#moonis bright, it shines out revealing the secrets of the night. I cry for people now long gone, their memories still intact. I miss them all and thats a fact. Fade memories are all we have, and I place the gun to my head. With a bang and a clatter, I shot myself dead, blood is pouring out and making stains, and I now being dead do refrain from staying lame and then to blame rip out my ghostly heart. My skin falls off and I begin to cough and evaporate, already passing on...
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