Two numbers, two tiny swiggles on a piece of paper. How can something so significant mean so much to so many people. A math problem, division, subtraction. A lucky number, or a worst nightmare. A age, one that they wish to beat to be able to say I made it. A date, a birthday, a national holiday, a family tradition. But most of all a day a little girl lost her mother. A day where her world turned upside down. A tear that falls down her face. 27, what a disgrace.
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RandomThese are long poem quote things that I make baed off of my thoughts and feelings. If you're a judgemental prick don't read this book.
