My washed out life
Is like a faded old pair of jeans
Scraped, torn, stained
This is all of what makes me
People come and people go
And some leave memories
My life is like…
A book with no ending
In fact, some pages are ripped out
But that doesn’t stop me
My world is scripted
Of words and numbers
That fade with each day
21, depression, undergrad
With these things
That I call me
Are all just parts
Of my washed out life
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