I am 16 years old, and more mature then ever. I have looked death in the eyes, and told it I was not scared. I have looked at life, and noticed that it get's even worse. Meaning of love, is like hate to me. You have to trust someone first, in order to be betrayed.
I run through the white
Winter snow
Running from you
You want me to do horrible things
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Why did she do this
Why did she commit suicide
Why god why
Did you have to do this
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Moments to tell the truth
Moments to still tell lies
What do you prefer
The time god
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