| It' s the 18th and I' m 18.
The sun is low and the grass is wet.
Life continues after death, and after heartache
and after everything was said, I laid down in my bed.
But I wasn' t afraid of the next morning, or that night.
Or what would happen next week, I know.
I could be gone any moment, and say I died today
I think I would be missed, by someone.
But I haven' t lived.
I' m not afraid of dying. I never have been.
I know it' s not my time to go.
I haven' t lived enough to go.
There' s spirit in my voice and sparkles in my eyes.
The sun rose just right.
When someone is there to share that with me, then maybe I' d be happy.
I' ve tried too hard and for too long to just end up...nothing.
I' ve tried to survive so that I could make it.
I know I will. |
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