"Rest in peace, you shitty brat.." He trembled, enveloping her hands in his.
"Don't act like I'm already dead, asshole.. Besides.. Maybe I don't want to be in peace.." She croaked, letting a few tears escape her glassy orbs.
"..Then what is it that you want..?" He smirked, restraining himself from sobbing.
"..Maybe I want... A hellish paradise.." She croaked sheepishly, forcing a broken smile.
He chuckled slightly at her response, as he gave in to his emotions, allowing his tears to pour down his face, "...V-very well, brat... Rest in paradise.."
Her grip on his hand intensified, as her breath became clearly weak, "...Th-thank you.."
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A Look Inside a Crazy Mind
PoetryI am crazy. Insane. Fucked up. My friends are crazy. Insane. Fucked up. This is a look inside my crazy, insane, fucked up mind. My 2 am thoughts, my fears, the truth. This is all I know about myself, which isn't much. This is me.
