Sometimes
Published in
Mar 12, 2024
Sometimes Im scared to die,
Sometimes I’m already dead.
Sometimes there’s air to breath,
Sometimes its all suffocating inside.
Sometimes there’s light to hold,
Sometimes its all dark to the bone.
Sometimes Im scared to die,
Sometimes I’m already dead.
Sometimes there’s air to breath,
Sometimes its all suffocating inside.
Sometimes there’s light to hold,
Sometimes its all dark to the bone.
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