im runing these trails
everything seems to hail
i dont want to fail
if i do fair well
i run these halls of the night
without giveing a fight
i feel like i geting weak
i must try to be at my peak
i push though the pain
where there's gang
i make it to the end
where my body seems to bend
i take my last breath
before my death
my last words was within the dieing night as i make my fight
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 10:37 AM UTC
im runing these trails
everything seems to hail
i dont want to fail
if i do fair well
i run these halls of the night
without giveing a fight
i feel like i geting weak
i must try to be at my peak
i push though the pain
where there's gang
i make it to the end
where my body seems to bend
i take my last breath
before my death
my last words was within the dieing night as i make my fight
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