Dear Future Me 2

October 13, 2017

Dear Future Me,

Death comes twice

Fear is imminent and not that nice

I feel tired

O' so tired

Let me die god

Set me free.

Dear Future Me,

We've survived

The treachery and the lies

we are stronger,

we cry no longer.

we shall fight

to keep ourselves in the light.

We may lose hope, we may fall

but in the end

we are the strongest after all.

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