Escape
Sitting in my room at midnight thinking about all the
possible things that could of been.
where has all this time gone ?
I see the time fly I see it in my skin.
Please someone tell me where do I begin?
Hopes and dreams I had , now everything has suddenly become mad.
Why do i feel this , why am I numb .
I hope to see the light and make everything right
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