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To fear who I am tomorrow, is based on yesterday.

To love myself in this moment, feels like I'm drowning in today.

So who am I right now? Who will I continue to be?

The angel in my darkest hour, or my own worst entity?

Oh! The pressure sweeps on over, as I sit here pensively,

and wait and watch the hour, of the clock in front of me.

Time passes me by, it's getting late, and I'm ready to do nothing; So I sit here a while longer, until nighttime leads to morning.