How could one not follow their hearts when it craves dignity..
Aches for redemption , yearns For pride
What's death when you never even got a hold of life in the first place ?
Standing there , glancing at each moment as it passes, rewinding and wondering..
The questions are no longer good for anything

Time's ticking as I get swallowed in my own thoughts
I might be running out of time , but I shan't give up
For I have come this far , I cannot afford to let go.

And once again I have let my words write themselves
Ruining what's so called a peom...it got messy again but who knows maybe one day I'll write something good enough.
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