Your body remains here, while your mind travels into a eternal light.
The engulfing flame of the light warms your soul. While your body was decaying underground.
Your mind free of worry, free of people, free of the fear of life.
Wanting to see you, crying over your rotting body.
The tears falling gently down on your revolting skin.
Wishing you were still here.
Not caring if I left this world...
I would do anything to see you again...
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Things I Think Of 2
Short StoryThings I Think Of 2, different type of stories. Not all dark, lol!!