I spend my time thinking about death.
My death.
Fear keeps me alive
Keeps me here.
It's not living
One day I won't be afraid
That's a day I hope will never come
For even my fear, it has reason
That's my problem, I am not afraid.
I do not think I am anymore.
It's okay. I'm fine rn. Don't freak out. This is actually something I wrote months ago and didn't publish.
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Acts of Rain ||a collection of poetry|| #Wattys2016
Poesía((Look at how dramatic past me kinda made this description)) //older poems are kinda shit// Same old empty feelings. So I've tried writing poetry now.. Mostly more on the sad side, but I am not you, the reader, and pain and beauty are viewed diff...
