We all die in the end. Whether we die by a car crash or old age. Life is a temporary fix for a permanent situation. Death is a promise that we all try to ignore. Why live in constant fear of death around the corner, when we can just embrace it and enjoy the ride. Whether your fix is love or adrenaline. Whether your livening on the edge or your living in fear of falling off the edge. So what ever your fix is, it might be what kills you, but so could every other thing in the damn world.
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Emotions.
ŞiirPoems that I just kind of put together, I update slowly, I just kind of randomly publish all the ones I save up.
