"Tomorrow there will be no fighting for a place in the sun."
My final verdict will be served in a gold platter sprinkled with glitter.
I will be ready. Sometimes you wish someone's there to hold you tight and say everything's going to be okay. Sometimes you act tough but you die inside. Sometimes you get scared for no reason. There's a cloud of fear up in your head. I hope someone chases those clouds away.
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