Memory loss won't cut it, if everything I do keeps reminding me of you. You will keep haunting me down the the very last of my being and for as long as I can remember, you will never be a part of my past, instead, an on-going living mercy.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Poesie"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...
