I've been trying so hard for so long that I don't know what it's like to be still.
Some days I want to end myself so I won't have to feel.
I've got good people, so I'm still here.
I want to live a good life, and I hope I will.
But some days I just want to end myself so I don't have to feel.
So I make memories with the ones I love while I'm still here.
I'm still here.
I choose life in hopes of the good life, though I know not how it feels.
If this life is an illusion, I'm ready to pull back the veil.
God deliver us, if you're there.
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Hunter Blakely
Born a peasant, grown a prince.
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