It's all I do.
Till I can't any more; until it finds me or catches up.
I run and I avoid and I disguise.
The darkness, death.
Its beconing arms in which everything falls into; eventually.
Hi, sorry I haven't updated in like forever but it's SUMMER people and yeah thats no time for writing. Um, any way just saying hi and updating so... yah.
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Death poem
PoetryI all honesty I think no type of writing is as emotional as poetry. This is my first book as well as my book of death poems. When I signed up for Wattpad I didn't think I would be writing stories or even sharing my poetry just reading others books (...
