Im sorry Ive been a terrible excuse for a seed that you planted. Ive been given the world on a silver spoon and i choked on it all. now Im choking on my final words. Im choking. Im still choking. why did my sun refuse to shine? why did eyes refuse to see that what you gave was more than enough for me? this is a life no one chose for me. this is 21 years of living. 21 years of failure and pain. i need a new beginning. here comes my renaissance is this what you wanted? because Ill run, Ill run till theres nothing left. Ill keep swimming without my breath. Ill fall into your arms. i know youll wait for your prodigal son.
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