At The End

Poem By joshua treece

i lay ot wanting it
knowing its to late and i
can't change it

but can't be true im to
young theres so much more
i want to do i want to see

i wish i could change ot
i don't get to do it again
anay of it, it's all gone

as i lay here wanting it
wishing i could change everything
about why i'm here

no not everything i don't
want to change anything
at all i will die with
everything the way he wants its
the way GOD wants it

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