Real World
So many things are happening,I don't know rather to be glad, sad or if it's bad.
But I know rather I'm ready or not life won't wait on.
I didn't know if I should write a long song.
Or just write and sing with my lungs till my throat is sore from the words I sung.
Everything is becoming a blur,even my thoughts.
Sometimes I wonder what's out there in the real world.
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