Last Breaths
The love I have hangs like the willow tree
Both filled with life and yet death is staring down on me
My mind is full of doubt, fear, regret and past insecurities
If this is my last breath; then let it be
This world will probably be better without me
Like the leaves falling off autumn trees
I pray I take my last breaths in my dreams
To release the world of what's wrong with me
And those I love will know I went in peace...
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