How will I die?
That's an interesting question.
There's only one way you can go,
And once you have, there's no changing.
Will I die from pills?
Will I die from a knife?
Will I die from a crash?
Is that how I'll end my life?
Will I die from murder?
Will I die from old age?
Will I die in my bedroom,
My mind buzzed out of this place.
We don't know how we will die,
That's the really big thing,
So make a difference,
While your still living.
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Shadow's Poetry
PoetryMy poems. I created these myself, so feel free to criticise you jerks. Basically these are my thoughts crammed into one tiny corner of the Wattpad community
