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Nothing you do can change my mind,
At least I hope, not this time,
Praying so hard for the choice to stay mine,
I cant handle anymore, emotion overloads,
Drowning in unfulfilled hopes being strangled
By sorrow.
I feel its cold hands on my throat pushing me down,
As the hot breath on my neck makes a sickening sound,
I see all lies, all truths, friends and foes,
There is my life, raw and exposed,
This is me, but where do I go?
I don’t want to see this I don’t need to know,
How could my life be such a scary surprise?
Knowing yourself doesn’t equal self-pride,
I suppose the truth is…
Just more lies!