It would keep moving
The sun would still rise and fall
The moon would still shine
Everyone would just move on with their days, not fazed by it.
My dad would get up and go to work in the morning, my mom would drop my little brother off at daycare and run some errands. My older brother would get on the bus and go to school.
Nothing would change if I just left. I don't make in impact in any of their lives, so it wouldn't be such a big deal if I just fucking died already.
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Thoughts.
PoetryThis is not a story, this isn't a happy fan-fiction. this is me looking for somewhere to write down and post the thoughts I can't/don't want to say out loud. this is definitely copying what my friend Tyler (@darkestdaes) is doing but oh well, i like...
