Sometimes death seems like a dream
The thought of no longer in pain,
The thought that I'll no longer suffer,
That I don't have to live in this horrible world
I no longer need to worry about anything
It seems like a dream... so why am I still here?
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Diary of a Broken Girl
De TodoThis is mainly a place for me to write different poems/rants I had and thought I would share. Feel free to add your vents and thoughts, this is a safe space.
