I ask myself questions. Never know the answers. I think about what they mean. What could the answers be? For all i have done i don't know. With my answers i find what's behind my mask. But after that,what is left? Is it the truth or a lie? Will I live or will i die? What happens when i am gone? Will my friends miss me or just simply carry on? While i climb the highest mountain, or go to the bottom of the deepest ocean I still won't know what i am looking for. What do I know already? What will I learn as life goes on? What will happen when I die? Where will I go when i grow up? When do all these answers come to me? Should I believe in love? Should I lean towards hate? How would either of these choices change me? Do i have a chance in the real world? What will I achieve when I am grown? These questions haunt me so. All i want to do is go. Will you leave me? Will i lose you to life? I just want to know. I guess I just never will.
Reason for writing:
I wonder how my life will turn out.
All I get delt are the wrong hands for life.
I just sit and wonder all my life "What next?"
Birth sign: Pisces
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