give up

It wants me to quit.
It wants me to stop.
It wants me to go.
It wants me to give up.

I wouldn't stop, if I wasn't so scared.
And I wouldn't give up, if he wasn't there.
I'm sorry for you, people.
I know it's not fair.

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