It is hard to continue inhaling and exhaling when I have been told that every part of me will leave once I am buried underground, whereas, the rest of the world will have a living part of them continue their legacy for the rest of time.
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Bleeding Blue
PoésieI do not see color anymore. I cannot love no more. I don't think I want to live furthermore. Genre: Poetry
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It is hard to continue inhaling and exhaling when I have been told that every part of me will leave once I am buried underground, whereas, the rest of the world will have a living part of them continue their legacy for the rest of time.