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Silently screaming

In mind blown yacktivity

They thought I was

The he people like to be.

The,

"I wanna be he"

That little kids look up to.



No, I'm just me

Floating in a mellow moon rise...

And if it's up to me

While kneeling on memories

Seeping from the cracks in the walls,

I will be, can be, need be

That he...

Be like,

I wanna be he!



But who am I now?

Just a spec in the crowd

Standing on a fire escape

From reality...

I am people

And if it's up to me

I will be people.

And still,



Misting in a purple sun

Somethings survive,

Sometimes.

Some me survives,

Me survives

If it's up to me,

Kneeling on cracked memories,

Sympathetic anger

Anger sympathizing,

And still.

Somethings,

Are better left unsaid.

If it's up to you

It's up to me.

Better now,

That never ever.

"Well if it's up to you

It's up to me" she said.

And still

Identifiying dying while

Wanting to be purifying...

Purified...

Dead life,

Hanging on the edge of reality.

After life

The meaning of life.

And still

If it's up to me

Kneeling on memories of life

I be life

Life be I

Left dead,

Hanging on the edge of alone.