By Marty Garcia
I can move on
Everyone tells me I
should not
Because I will be
missed
As I go to walk away
I hear everyone
saying no
If I die walking away
Every one will know
what I was
Everyone thinks I’m
so cool
Like the sun
Everyone wishes
they could be
Then everyone can get
ripped in half
and water come down
their face
I never want to come
back.
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