In peace and serenity, comes the issue at hand.
Will you be able to provide me with the aftercare that I need; knowing that without it, I can't do anything to breathe?
Would it be easier for you to let my body float the seas after you're done drowning me?
(d.r.)
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Poetry"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
