When I was younger the thought of death never really entered my brain. But lately, death is all that I think about.
Because I am extremely
e x h a u s t e d.
And permanent sleep is what my mind yearns while my heart craves perpetual peace.
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Scrabbles
Poetrymatchsticks only go to waste when they are lit and once they are lit their lives are slowly being smothered just like humans sometimes i write nice and sometimes i don't all depends on my head
