I'm here.

I've always have been.

My screams are as loud as the ocean waves a pure calmness to your ears.


 Like a leaf that's blows away but it doesn't matter because the trees will grow again.

I am...


When all those things are gone Ill be like a fragment of your memory because you never even saw me anyways.

So what does it matter who I am?

Did you see me?

Did you hear me? 

The captivating thought lingers in my brain.

I was here and no one even notice.



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