I felt deaths cold fingers wrap around my throat, squeezing every drop of life out of me. I saw my life flash before my eyes, not a pretty sight may I add. My lungs burned and hot tears dropped from my eyes, but my heart hurt more than anything. Because this isn't me dying, this is me losing you.
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Kalopsia
Poetrykalopsia (n.) The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are. .................... This is just a book with random poems I've written. Hope you enjoy!
