The Problem Is Not About Death Itself,
Its The Memories Who'll Haunt Us. When your love one is no more, you would think how good that person was. You would admire all the good things he/she did; you would remember his/her face, every single detail. You would miss them so much and you'll regret hurting them.
So Appreciate Your Love Ones. Hate None.
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Poems From My Soul
PoezjaBullied. Not good enough. Ugly. These words could have such a big impact for people who care too much. Well, people like me..
