No you will not die. You are going to live in the ink of my pages. You are going to live in the eyes and thumbs of those not yet created. You are going to live in my ink hidden under fresh coats of paint. You are not dead and will never die. You will live in my creations.
YOU ARE READING
Sad Words Written Out of Context
Poetrysmall sad words and maybe sometimes some happiness and hope. this won't end until i have learnt how to love myself. then a new era will start. - hope y'all readers are okay if you need advice look at the last chapter.
