before i self destruct,
i always think.
i wonder where i would go.
i wonder who would miss me.
i wonder who would cry.
before i self destruct,
i think who would be mad at me.
who would still hate me.
who would feel sorry for me.
before i self destruct,
i wonder, would i be able to go through it.
would i be able to keep that guiltyness on me.
BEFORE I SELF DESTRUCT,
I WONDER,
WHOSE GONNA TRY TO STOP ME?
OR AM I GONNA TRY TO STOP ME?
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