she stopped looking both ways before crossing the street.
she stopped wearing her seatbelt in the car, and she stopped counting all the pills before she took them.
but no,
she wasn't trying to kill herself,
but she stopped caring wether she was alive or not.
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Sad Poems
Poetrymade this because I like sad things. Book one and two are on my profile if you'd like to read them as well + they are shit, k? appreciate you reading, voting, or commenting. «LOWERCASE INTENDED» (a.f. is me, if you're wondering. private message me...
