The dead weight of your legs from the sleeping pills?
The dizziness from the alcohol?
The soft throbbing of your pulse as blood is pumped out your wrist's?
That's it.
That's what we've been waiting for, that's the quiet comfort.
The beauty of dying.
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My Poems
PoesíaSo these are just poems that I've written, they aren't much but I do love to write in a lot of different forms of writing and poems is one of them, so here are some of my poems
