ive been told im gone...people say and whisper that i took to much DXM in my past, and am nothing to notice...
it makes me scared...ive pondered on reality and lofe, and all this time i was just failing to see what was real...it makes me want to run, flee like litle children froma broken window...
i used to think i was destined for greater things, and to live a prolonged life, not in me, but through others...not destructive over-ego thinking, but more like minute thoughts that pop up from the subconcious in dreams...
what am i???