I used to be so scared of dying. Maybe it was because of all the stories on the news of terror attacks or shootings. I had nightmares and such. It was always on my mind.
Until one day, I found out, if I die (wait for it), I die.
Simple as that. I don't worry anymore, because if it is my time to go, there is nothing I can do to stop that.
I'm screaming
Hold me tight
I'm falling
Now I just see night.
By - Me
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THE CAFFEINE ADDICT-- A Rant Book/Journal
RandomSo, I'm just writing a bit about me, with poetry here and there. This is mostly to help me with writing skills.
