Do I rise?

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By LostSoul •

The words of promise We wrote on my worn out converse Now faded, the memories fly It gets hard to breathe Water builds in my eyes The scars on my arms My need to cry I collapse on the floor And scream to the skies Left with one last question Do I fall? Or do I rise?

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