A feeling creeps up my spine, that I’m a ghost, watching how life plays out once I’m dead and forgotten. No matter how hard I struggle, I can no longer create change... everyone eventually forgot about me, after I died in my bed at New Guild co-op, in October of 1998 from my suicide attempt.
All my opinions are dismissed as worthless, because my bad behaviors in other areas of my past have turned people against me.
The more I try to be heard, the less people will listen...
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