Death was possibly knocking at my door.
But all that I did was run to your door and stood there, just stood there.
Why is that?
Why have you given such a low uncaring person such great control and power?
Why can't I just take it away from them?
Why aren't seeing that?
Why aren't they coming back?
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Words By An Unknown Girl
Poetry《 Words written by a quite, unknown, puzzled girl with a lot of things to say.. 》 Self-Written, Trigger warning...
