Weak walking
I walk alone and I have for a long time now ,the pity party poor him ,absalutly u were given what j got. When there are no hands to grab then see how u make it. I feel my breath getting shallow my body weak I'd be lieng if I said I wasn't scared and weak. Even when I go right there's oil on the ground why why is your goal to watch me fall to use the world and never here me call I've come to terms with I'll die alone and until then I will there also and weres God because it seems he never answered Esther all I have in this life is me I've figured that out I was always scared to die alone now I sitr on this bench tired and gone why can't I get a hand or to why can't you help me threw yea I havey flaws but don't we all damn I never thought people could hate so hard and use all they got down to the last card but I do understand one thing I get why a army is called down. ...if I were against me I wouldn't want to give u any power eather scared is what it would be that is the only thing I see
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