AP (November 27 1989 / )

Not My Time

Don't know how
Don't know why
But I found myself crying,
praying to the sky

I tried to hold on
To look up high
To seek that warm corner,
to escape goodbye

And before surrendering,
I swore to try-
To make them understand,
that it's not my time to die....

by Amy Phillip

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