When i was barely three i was told what to think. Now i know everything worth not remembering. So when i turned seven years i had irrational fears. One hundred forty four thousand tears fell in those seven years. When i was ten and four i begged your god for more. He gave me apple cores from trees not seen before. So when i turned ten and five i wandered from the hive. Then half of my soul arrived. You made me feel alive. So pay attention because i'm wasting away. And i have dug those memories out so many times, But you keep digging yourself back inside my mind. Inside my mind. inside my mind.
