Doubt me. Say I'm nothing. Worthless use less little girl. I'm not. If they say I am then only in there mind. Say I will never live. I will because I'm not dead yet. Say run away. I won't because I have no reason to. They say its nothing to say you care. They say it more of a quest that is what you make but I say its up to faith. Look into my eyes. Tell me. Do you see that darkness? Do see that pain to? Because after this it won't linger in my hart no. It will be in your soul. And those who say they love you say they care then throw you to the wolves. O well. You are a fighter a beginner and trusted but when that wall breaks down it always takes longer to build agin. But we rise. Spread the white lacy wings. Fly. Try. Dream. Because in the end who will tell the story of your lives? Who will be left. I have faults and threw it all i have fire in my hart from the moments of glory and faith. But as we fade deeper in the night who will tell that story because in the end you will remember your last words. And we are born with glory stains . But with each sin we all want to be holy. But in the end there's that pain as we drift into the world of our I,animation. But you will always remember your last good byes for ever and always. But I'm not afraid and will never be afraid to die. I'm stronger then hell. Are you? Because its the end. We are not afraid to die. This is my story and I will tell it right. Who will remember this my last goodbyes and evrey ones so I'm not afraid to let to slip away and fall. Because I will always stand back up and die. I am not afraid to die.
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