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The Day That Decides


The day that decides who lives, who dies. Scary isn't it? Not knowing when you're just going to drop dead. I'm scared, of course I am. Why? Oh because I'm a believer. I believe in heaven. I believe in hell. I believe that life is a constant struggle. Even though that it is, we have to learn to be happy. Mould ourselves into someone who's optimistic, and being real while being happy. The smile I fake is not acceptable. I don't know how to be genuine anymore. I'm vile and I don't how to not be me. Stay away, stay away, stay away from me. For I'm darkness and you are light. For I'm bad and you are good. Stop right there and go away from here. Don't come near. Oh don't come near. You can't save me. But I will drag you into the darkness. It's best that you stay away. Stay away from me. For I'm darkness and you are light. For I'm bad and you are good.
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