i looked out the window and saw death himself staring at me, like he just saw a ghost. i was surprised he didn't recognize me, i call him every night. but this time, this time was different. it wasn't me who had called him. it was finally my time to go.
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Thinking Instead of Sleeping
PoetryA book full of random thoughts that have came to my mind when I probably should have been asleep. Enjoy!
