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Sep 2021
Afraid of wasting days
Afraid this life was all for nought
Afraid of leaving, none one mark
Afraid to be forgot

So I rise each morning
And I stare fear in the face
I've got to make an impact
Before I leave this place
Written by
Matthew Breslin  29/M/Ireland
(29/M/Ireland)   
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