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yra Jan 2020
imprisoned from my past
every day feels like my last
bleeding from holding tight
trying to win this fight

danger has been my company
sleeping to a bed full of misery
dreaming on how to end this mistery
death is what I fancy
yra Jan 2020
If maybe I've had spoken to you my thoughts,
Would there be any chances?
If maybe I've had told you of what I really felt,
Would you have had treated me differently?
If maybe we've never met,
Would I be feeling this foolishness?
yra Jan 2020
Regretting why I left,
Feeling sorry of what I missed.
Chances that I blew,
Now, I feel so blue.
Second chance they say,
But where art they?
Oh Misery!
Has been my company.

— The End —