If I die tonight,
I'd go with no regrets,
If it's in your arms,
I know that I was blessed,
And if your eyes,
are the last thing that I see,
Then I know the beauty heaven holds for me
(Westlife - Moments)
No, I'm not okay. If you made me this scared - scared as hell, why would I lie that much of being okay? Strange how you made me feel peaceful and anxious at the same time, same amount. Peculiar. That's it. I'm done.
But you're not the problem. I am.
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