For someone who has everyone they loved dearly well, I relate to those who have lost beyond spiritually. Death is a beauty, in more ways than one, because the friends they'd have are the flowers that will continue their legacy. Dare not pick those flowers, for they are my friends.
(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...
