breathe in the fermaldihide
cut me up and watch me die all over again
bury me and wait until you hear my skeleton scream
if you let in the person that knocks on your door
then youll wake up dead with your corpse on the floor
im surrounded by dying people
the world is run by dying people
oh so close to death
we are all dying people
How do i escape all these dying people
I don't want to be a dying person
only the people i want to live die
all the people i want to die seem to live
i'm surrounded by dying people
i don't want to be a dying person
i just want to be living person
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Heartless and Disorientated
PoetryF. T. Willz wannabe I'm a tortured poet I guess -all photography is by me-