As always the girl wondered about death.
Would it invite her with open arms?
Would it burn her and extend her torture?
She wasn't sure and she was too afraid to find out.
Even though it seemed so desirable.
Wouldn't the eternal silence be lonely?
Sincerely yours,
fluorescentreader
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PuisiThe naked truth about the girl with a uninterested face, fragile heart and jumbled up thoughts. [poetry]
