I'm nobody. There's no face to my name, no truth behind my words. You may see me with deep green eyes, but no understanding or life lies behind them. I'm the drifting words that you last spoke. Lost words create me in the memory of which I stay. I'm the fading image in the back of your mind. A once shining reality turned to a memory rejected by the views of your mind. No longer living.
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