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Can I go back please?
I didn't used to fear so much.
Frankly, I'm not sure where any of it came from.
When did I stop caring about myself?
When did my life stop being my own?
When did my eyes fall to the ground,
And my words get stuck?
When did I start hiding my body?
When did my voice get so quiet?
When did tears become all my cheeks know?
Where did my pride go?
To where did my courage flee?
Can I have it back, please?
If I sit here and beg, pleading for forgiveness,
could I live for myself again?
Frankly, I'm not sure where any of it came from.
When did I stop caring about myself?
When did my life stop being my own?
When did my eyes fall to the ground,
And my words get stuck?
When did I start hiding my body?
When did my voice get so quiet?
When did tears become all my cheeks know?
Where did my pride go?
To where did my courage flee?
Can I have it back, please?
If I sit here and beg, pleading for forgiveness,
could I live for myself again?
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