In death, noone bothers you
In death, you have eternity to think
In death, theres nobody to judge you
In death, you are the perfect person,
In death, theres nobody to lie to you,
leave you, tell you what to do just to
get mad if you dont
Its death....in a nutshell
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Leaving Yesterday
PoetryI just decided to put my thoughts into words. I'm going to keep adding as I go along, so look for a new poem once a week. --------------------------------Haven-----------
