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nigrarum ovium
sometimes I wish I wasn't here.
sometimes I face my hidden fears.
in time I pushed them away,
not my fears I mean my friends, still never seemed to escape.
still my mind is never clear
from all that shit to this day.
forever drift from my place.
never rid of the pain,
but never give either way.
though my legs are weak,
the hill is steep,
and i might give from the weight.
still I'm here,
to lift my peers,
while I drift in decay.
© rossdops