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I don’t know how to say this.

But I feel like it’s the end.

It is my time to stand and go

But I really wish I could let you know.

I really do love you.

But I need to tell you how.

Each day as the world passes me by,

I think of ways that I might die.

When will it happen?

Where will it be?

Will it be the time I want it to happen to me?

When its my time what will I do?

Will I stand tall?

Will I hide?

Will I stand and cover my fears?

Or will I break down in rivers of tears?

Until the time when I have to go

I will cover my feelings till they continue to grow.

                                                Grace

 

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