I'm one of those memories up on your old shelf, waiting to be cleaned off. You dust the shelf so willingly, to remove all of your past. You come to me and move right by, I fall off with one simple blast. You forget that I exist, and perhaps that we ever met. I've fallen towards the pit, no escape but the drop. Perhaps you'll see me fall, or perhaps you will not. Even if you do see me it will be but a glimpse before into the bag I'll go. To be given away to the lords of time, to be lost in my own little hell. And time will move and you'll never remember what you threw out on that warm Spring day.
Why is the music in my Pokemon X game NOT in Japanese? I clearly see the Japanese words…
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Made me stop and squint for a second. Thought you guys might enjoy it.
Oddpodd <3
All alone, everyone looks down upon my with pity for never letting go of the past I thought I had.
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