Finding Myself

Seasons die one by one.
As I try to find out who I once was.
And the things I should have done.
Why haven’t I’ve tried to run?
Or end it with a gun?
Everything now is nothing but an endless stream of clear blood.
Bleeding out of my eyes as I try to find the person who “I” once knew and was proud of…

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