She soon found out
That there was no way to die painlessly
And unfortunately
There was no way to live painlessly, too.
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Crying Stars
PuisiI'm sorry you're my flower In my toxic garden I meant to feed you water But all I poured was poison ●○● A collection of poems from me to you.
Pain
She soon found out
That there was no way to die painlessly
And unfortunately
There was no way to live painlessly, too.