Someday everyone will leave.
Someday everyone you live will die.
Leaving you to rot.
No emotion in your body left you give.
Just rotting flesh slowly decaying in a matter of time.
And no one will know your gone. You will have meant nothing.
How's that for a happy ending?
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Poems. My storys into words.
PoetryMy poems. I'm not a professional, pretty far from it, these are really just my thoughts put into words.
