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Begging for the end of my existence
My old friend, depression.
I feel it in the air It comes again To take all the good things To blow and erased All the progress I made I thought I was great by now But it surprised me And I wasn’t prepared It came and stayed For more than ever before Why is it here? And… When is it going?
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Songwriter
In the deepest of my soul, where my dreams lie as oaths, there’s a little me writing something with the beat of the side on heart she never shows to anyone.
Dead of me
I’m scared of dying and being forget like “my life meant nothing???” That’s why I tried to express every single detail of my love for things and others I want to be remembered for all I loved once, for all those times I lost my mind over something…
