Glide
My future is in my hands
Iam afraid of the dark ,just as much as i fear...
as i fear the one from above .
I dont know what the day of tommor is goin to bring
But my hops is high .
Whether iam iam goin live till ninety or die tomorrw
Where ill be five years from now i wouldnt know
But i ...
I know i want to be free
Free of all lost memorys
Free of all the pain
Free of all the burdens i carry
Free of myself .
Copyright © Weydene Winster | Year Posted 2016
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