glanced at an old lady
and a thought came into mind,
how i just don't want to live
up to that point in my life
because i've been too tired with living,
that i hope to just don't exist too long,
i hope to just cease to exist a little more younger,
i know too many complications happen as you start to age and your body slowly weakens,
and i don't want to deal with shit anymore.
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a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 2 ] ❝you're so good at comforting others but who's comforting you?❞ a shelf of poems and proses containing the chaos and pain of heartache, loneliness, anger, grief, and sadness. s t a r t e d : f e b r u a r y 2 0 2 1 e n d...
