I wrote my will and testament today
it didn't help, if anything it made me realise that I have no more to give in death than in life.
Even if I don't need the cursed document soon, it displays how I'm weak.
How Im so ready and eager to fade to black; to tell the truth, it scares me, but theres no room for fear when fear is weakness.
Pretty nifty, isn't it?
YOU ARE READING
poems and short stories
Randompreviously "fireworks reflected in your eyes" I don't feel like that fit the piece anymore, and I needed a change but I still want it to be taken seriously. My earlier work (earlier chapters) are worse please stick em out and read the good stuff ♡♡ ...
