A year ago I planned how I wanted to die.
I made a list what I wanted to do before I die.
I made a list of people I wanted to meet up with before I die.
I thought about who’d cry real and who’d cry fake tears.
I thought about who’d pretend to know me and who’d really know me.
Time have changed.
I don’t want to think about dying anymore, it’s a waste of time that I could put into my ambitions.
A year ago I wanted to die.
It took me a year to realize I want to live before I want to die.
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 5:57 PM UTC
A year ago I planned how I wanted to die.
I made a list what I wanted to do before I die.
I made a list of people I wanted to meet up with before I die.
I thought about who’d cry real and who’d cry fake tears.
I thought about who’d pretend to know me and who’d really know me.
Time have changed.
I don’t want to think about dying anymore, it’s a waste of time that I could put into my ambitions.
A year ago I wanted to die.
It took me a year to realize I want to live before I want to die.
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