'I don't want to wake up tomorrow.'
That thought always creeps back into my mind,
The second I think that I'm fine.
Oh how hollow,
A life borrowed.
A new morrow,
To follow
Behind.
Where do I find a life entwined
With mine?
A reason to survive,
To stay alive.
How unkind,
This passing time.
Make it rewind.
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