"Sometimes, I wonder why I've been placed on this earth, why I didn't die when I was born like I was supposed to*. I guess I'm here to make others feel happy, even if only for a few moments. That seems to be what I am the best at, making others happy even if it doesn't exactly lead to my own happiness. Seeing others happy is enough for me, but the pain is when I am forgotten."
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Holy smokes! Somehow from the time I fell asleep (three hours ago) I went from #148 to #110 in Poetry! O.o
*When I was born, I couldn't breathe because there was stuff stuck in my mouth. The doctor's got it out and I obviously lived.
Being forgotten sucks, but helping others is great and I enjoying do it. So if people want to talk to me just for a momentary high, I'll be there whether I will soon be forgotten or not.
There's always that time though, where someone who once forgot me remembers and we talk. That, to me, is just amazing.
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Body {Prose Vol. 1}✔
Poetry❝A struggle with body image is a study of physicalities and of the mind itself, for the mind plays with what the eyes perceive. The body, mind, and soul are connected, and it is up to us to determine how to respect them.❞ - Me These writings are my...
