Not Yet
No, I am not gonna stop,
thousands of miles left to travel,
millions of wrong decisions to be taken,
need to fall,
fall again and again.
And need no one, but myself to pick me up.
No matter how deep the wounds are,
time will heal them up.
It has to.
Pain will give up eventually,
'çause I am not going to,
not yet.
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