people come and go one minute they're here the other they’re gone but I stay unchanged in the same spot wishing i could be drawn the instinct of survival otherwise is too strong holding onto me like water is holding onto a fish it no use to fight it all day long i wish i had the strenght anyway all of it was wasted crying over those who left me alone life is such strange thing you dont have the choice when you're born if u choose death u will have to suffer and be torn death is not a choice its an act its someting worst so i live in between one foot here and the other there who would notice me first
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