The sun has hidden behind the clouds again
and I am questioning myself more than I ever have.
Who am I
Why am I here
Why is right now my time to be alive?
People come and go and I don't know why
Do they see through my exterior?
Do they know how torn apart I am
On the inside?
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
The sun has hidden behind the clouds again
and I am questioning myself more than I ever have.
Who am I
Why am I here
Why is right now my time to be alive?
People come and go and I don't know why
Do they see through my exterior?
Do they know how torn apart I am
On the inside?
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