Dear, past me
Dear, past me
i have a ticket in my hand.
time stops, then im turned back.
im standing on the edge of a bridge
crying, debating if i should take my own life.
a girl with dull eyes-
ready for death to overcome her;
ready to give up her future for peace
the sitting sun was all i yearned for
but the sun rose again.
it wasnt my time nor place;
winter was not above us-
I needed to fight and conquer
to what was nothing but a thought in the imagination.
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