May 2019
I’m too afraid to turn around
I’m too afraid to see what isn’t there
My footprints, my words, my acts
Washed away by the tides
Of all who were in some way
Better than I
I’m too afraid to see what isn’t there
My footprints, my words, my acts
Washed away by the tides
Of all who were in some way
Better than I
Written by
Jamison Bell
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