Sometimes
Sometimes I think about the life I had
And I wish I wasn't here
Though today was better than yesterday
Than past weeks and months and years
But echoes of these memories
All those good times with my peers
They won't stop pricking at this heart
But I can't seem to find the tears
And I wish I wasn't here
Though today was better than yesterday
Than past weeks and months and years
But echoes of these memories
All those good times with my peers
They won't stop pricking at this heart
But I can't seem to find the tears
resolute at 1:51 AM
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