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Fear.

I'm getting weak,
can't find the light.
Too tired to try,
Too tired to fight.

I want to give in,
let my grip slip,
start the fall,
let myself trip.

But I can't let go.
I need to stay here.
Despite all the hardships,
despite all my fear.

I'll keep going.
I won't give in.
Though I feel like dying,
though my chances are grim.

So say hello to me,
this act I put on,
till my time comes,
till God says I'm done.

- Kajsa Mohlén

2013-02-08 @ 20:38:25 Texts Permalink

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