I must run

Life struck me too many times. Maybe in the future I could be a
Like the idea of becoming a musician. Stink as a guitar player. Trying to learn about everybody. Being different of everyone.

the most empty look

the best I ever had

slipped through both of my hands

slowly like water and sand

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now a red river flows besides me

why are decisions like that?

ever had a thought about what

would be affected at last

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everything is shiny now

tears washed away the blood