"And it is when
I close my eyes
I can see the sky
It's so close, like the clouds are dancing on my finger tips
When I take my final breath is when I start to actually live
And believe the smile playing on my lips
The wind sings to me
A beautiful song
I start to hum along in my mind
Mother Nature has wrapped me In her warm embrace
And the sun delicately kisses my cold skin
Oh how lucky I am that I get to die surrounded by this
Maybe I shouldn't look at it as dying, but more of... starting over."
-r.b
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-Your very own broken girl💜
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Midnight wonders
Poetry•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people...
