- I'm so worried.
I'm afraid of my past.
I'm afraid of my future.
I'm afraid of my present state.
Am I afraid to live?
I am too scared to die.
Can I go on living,
while others had left me behind?
I ponder,
I yield,
I should dissapear.
I rest now,
waiting for whatever that may come....
Saturday, December 8, 2007
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