Silence of Society


The day I stop believing will be the day I die.
Continue on young girl.
The day I stop trying will be the day I die.
Continue on young girl.
As I inhale, my thoughts get petrifying.
As I exhale I think to myself, it is almost over.
Continue on young girl, there is a whole world.

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