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Lately it's been even harder to tell If living is better than heaven or hell
Who I've been, who I am, who I want to be. They're so different.
The someone I would want to have as mine. Lonely wanting.
It doesn't depend on your opinion of them to figure out who you are, Yes, you are your scars,
People form us, even after they are gone. But they help us make us who we are
i want a story i want a story i want a story i want a story i want a story i want.
“The bed in which he lies,
Does not care about rich or poor.
For no amount of riches,
Can pull him out that door. “
I dont even know who I am anymore With hate and rage dripping from every pore
Just a thought about the world and what it has been to live in it.
Source: https://www.writerscafe.org/writing/kittykim1990/2145083/
Lately it's been even harder to tell If living is better than heaven or hell
Who I've been, who I am, who I want to be. They're so different.
The someone I would want to have as mine. Lonely wanting.
It doesn't depend on your opinion of them to figure out who you are, Yes, you are your scars,
People form us, even after they are gone. But they help us make us who we are
i want a story i want a story i want a story i want a story i want a story i want.
“The bed in which he lies,
Does not care about rich or poor.
For no amount of riches,
Can pull him out that door. “
I dont even know who I am anymore With hate and rage dripping from every pore
Just a thought about the world and what it has been to live in it.
Source: https://www.writerscafe.org/writing/kittykim1990/2145083/