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What, shall I fear the veiled unknown? To die and pass the mortal shroud They say ascencion through the cloud Will whisk me to the Gloried Throne, But what awaits? No tongue has told
That’s it. Enough is enough. Every single day I work my butt off to try and make a difference To try and do something with my life. But it’s hard. And today I can’t be bothered. Today I feel like it’s all a big fat waste of time. Like it’s not wor
Tell me what I've done matters Make me believe it will be okay Days, weeks, months later I don't care when. Tell me I'm doing the right thing.
From start to finish I fucked it all up I rose from the bottom just to be shot down at the top Got conceived by my own selfish pride and foolish mistakes, Only to realize I've made my mark,
The future is there
Filters and fakenes is a popular theme, Within the news, and the media, and favorite magazines. A girl with boring brown hair, With simple green eyes, And pale skin and blemishes,