There's a difference between dying and suffering. Dying is somewhat of a beauty. The black rose. There's a sinking comfort in its arms. Suffering is the boogeyman that lives in our heads. It's both our lifeline and our torturer.
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Thoughts In A Sad Persons Mind
PoesíaThoughts when I'm depressed. Expect a lot. Because I'm always depressed. Technically it's poetry.
