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among who we can sit down,

and weep and;

still be counted as warriors.

I was afraid of my own thoughts behind my thoughts.

And about the World while you're asleep:

That the wind slips through your window,

To steal the secrets that you keep,

And if you don't believe me,

Then you're welcome to your doubt,

But have you ever stopped to wonder,

What it's whispering about?

What else in the World,

Could make the treetops bend and sway,

But the weight of all the words,

that no one ever dared to say?

And since it's while you're sleeping,

Secrets are easiest to take,

It's no surprise those with the deepest,

Are the ones kept wide awake.

So when you're deciding things, know that they are long term;

and you cannot be doing shit that you don't like for a long time"

And life was already feeling short

With each passing day, the fear of death and that of losing someone was getting real

Asking ourselves questions for, what about all those dreams you saw and that your parents struggled to complete.

What about all those promises and those plans you made, you met the last time,

crying yourself to sleep, dreaming that tomorrow it'll hurt a little less,

But they say,

There's no escape from a dead end

Waking up with a more heavy heart each day, flinching a little every time the cell rings because now a days its only bad news

But here we are battling every moment, taking stops rather haults sometimes,

Because at the end we have to complete the journey

I'm not afraid of your dark