The fear of forever is as real as it gets. It crawls through the thinnest of skins and through the toughest of bones. It overworks a mindless soul to an unintended suicide. The fear or forever is an orthodox of its own — to kill, to kill, or to kill kill.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
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...
