Till We Meet Again
Looking at myself in a mirror asking, am i going to be okay? Living each day with the fears running
through my head. All the doubts about how reality can be, looking back at the past thinking, what
if this happens to me? I dont want to feel this way about the future ahead, Im scared next time
will be the end, And ill be dead. No gun shot to the head but only the lies you said, with each lie
I get weaker and weaker, and that shall be the end...
till we meet again .
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