Which stories would be told.
I am just asking,
Not trying to be masking
This pain in my heart
Observing time tear us apart.
Some have still illusion,
Some lost faith
Some live in confusion,
Some at a stake.
I'm scared to death,
To die with regret.
To not live whole,
To lose it all.
To actually know,
This is not where I belong.
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