"... ask myself."
Sometimes I ask myself,
would it even matter if
I live or die?
Who would be there,
on the day that everyone
wears black,
mourning for the loss of
a really good friend, daughter
or person?
Sorry for saying this,
sorry for even
thinking like this,
but I cannot control
these emotions that
I have,
these thoughts that
keeps on popping up.
would it even matter if
I live or die?
Who would be there,
on the day that everyone
wears black,
mourning for the loss of
a really good friend, daughter
or person?
Sorry for saying this,
sorry for even
thinking like this,
but I cannot control
these emotions that
I have,
these thoughts that
keeps on popping up.
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