Dreadful in Dark hour
Revised: 08/20/2019 5:51 p.m.
- Aug. 20, 2019, 1:56 p.m.
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Sometimes I feel like I don’t matter at all.
I just want it all to be gone.
Wishing I wasn’t even here at all.
Wondering why do I feel so small.
Thinking why everyone is so tall.
Pondering if I should just stall.
Longing for life to haul.
I’m just here patiently waiting.
For my time to come at an end.
Last updated August 20, 2019
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