Sep 2020
old friends lie,
waiting for me to die,
never looking in the eye.
like my mother in time,
i choose the coward side.
but my soul is only mine,
would you call it a crime,
if i wanted this life?
waiting for me to die,
never looking in the eye.
like my mother in time,
i choose the coward side.
but my soul is only mine,
would you call it a crime,
if i wanted this life?
(29/M)
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