To live
Oh, to live
is to be so afraid to die.
I’ve lost a part of me,
but I can’t remember why.
Past, present, future;
they’re all the same.
One more year,
same old game.
Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 1:56 AM UTC
To live
Oh, to live
is to be so afraid to die.
I’ve lost a part of me,
but I can’t remember why.
Past, present, future;
they’re all the same.
One more year,
same old game.
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