Will I breathe to the next day?
I been killing myself since 12 and making plans at 13.
Now I build plans to survive, I make wishes to exist.
I pray for time and I am scared of fate.
Should we dominate our minds or live as their servant?
Are our inner voice not ourselves? Should I only regret actions and not thoughts?
Being calm might be the only way to persist but as I see the last moment of existence again, animalistic despair excels as the only true me.
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