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He meant to marry honesty But cowardness has blessed his lips He meant to call bravery But regrets and mistakes Were always on his tail He so much loved kindness But there goes fear
I trip up when I see that people are disengaging I get bored easily especially when the text convos get dry
I fear what will become of me. My unstable hands hold something small with large meaning. Pride, my shameless friend. I fear what will become of me. My unstable heart drags down as my feet drag forward.
I find myself telling all my business on the internet but only if you can't hear me. I can't know if you've seen this and I hope like hell you won't realize who it's about.