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If I were to leave this world alive,
I'd like to carry with me, all the memories that make me smile in my sleep.
If I were to leave this world alive,
I'd like to carry with me, the love that I've been given by everyone that matters.
If I were to leave this world alive,
I'd like to carry with me, the genuity that all the conceit has taught me.
If I were to leave this world alive,
I'd like to carry with me, the innocence that all the knowledge has given me.
If I were to leave this world alive,
I'd like to carry with me, the friendships built on misunderstandings and forgiveness.
If I were to leave this world alive,
I'd like to carry with me, the foes made by jealousy and unmentionable similarity.
If I were to leave this world alive,
I'd like to carry with me, the joyous tears brought on after a rainstorm.
If I were to leave this world alive,
I'd like to carry with me, the grieving smiles that kept me strong.
If I were to leave this world alive,
I'd like to carry with me, the self that I once was, only to be kept as a pleasant reminder.
If I were to leave this world alive,
I'd like to carry with me, the self that I could be, only to be kept as a dream.
If I were to leave this world alive,
I'd like to carry with me, the self that I have become,
because that is who I am.
I'd like to carry with me, all the memories that make me smile in my sleep.
If I were to leave this world alive,
I'd like to carry with me, the love that I've been given by everyone that matters.
If I were to leave this world alive,
I'd like to carry with me, the genuity that all the conceit has taught me.
If I were to leave this world alive,
I'd like to carry with me, the innocence that all the knowledge has given me.
If I were to leave this world alive,
I'd like to carry with me, the friendships built on misunderstandings and forgiveness.
If I were to leave this world alive,
I'd like to carry with me, the foes made by jealousy and unmentionable similarity.
If I were to leave this world alive,
I'd like to carry with me, the joyous tears brought on after a rainstorm.
If I were to leave this world alive,
I'd like to carry with me, the grieving smiles that kept me strong.
If I were to leave this world alive,
I'd like to carry with me, the self that I once was, only to be kept as a pleasant reminder.
If I were to leave this world alive,
I'd like to carry with me, the self that I could be, only to be kept as a dream.
If I were to leave this world alive,
I'd like to carry with me, the self that I have become,
because that is who I am.
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