I feel like death Like my own thoughts Have become memories Like my hopes and dreams Have become grief Like I have become a ghost Watching the life Of those I love go by __________________________ A quick note My poetry journal died today. It's been living on a thread for a while now. Falling apart at the binding, and having coffee spilled on it three times has made me decide that it was time for a new one. I'm gonna put it on my bookshelf and try not to spill anymore coffee in it.♡ March 16th 2017
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