I'm thinking of things like I'm angry at the world
I think of things that I really shouldn't think about right now
but I know I'm alone and i will die really slow but the final time will surly come to be
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I think in ways like I'm angry at you now
I'm lonely in this life but I will live through it somehow
You can look at me and realize I don't want to go
and if I fail to write then I didn't make it home
I'm wondering things
Not much of life but more of death
Wondering what will happen when I'm gone and laid to rest
Not much to thrill but much too scared to realize the danger I will face
Realizing now I'm not alone
I realize that now when I might not make it home
Some care more than others and some things are more important than life
For a reason unknown, lifes more precious tonight