Viva
So many people walk this earth with purpose in their eye's.
But in their heart's of heart's they know what theyre living is a lie.
The alarm set's off at 6:00am , like every other day, so they can walk into a distructive world of hate,
The only thing time does is take. It never seems to give, im waiting for a day to come when we can
finally start to live. I'm all too scared that one day soon, i'll become like the rest, only walking with the
crowd of sorrow because MY dreams were oppressed. That one day i'll look back on my life and all
of the oppputunity's i had mised. I'll realize that i never truly lived, all i did was... exsist.
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