One spring night, by a campfire with close friends,
The topic of conversation was our deepest fears.
Immediately, I spit out the first thing that comes to mind.
"bees." I say. Feeling pretty legitimate because I was being honest.
Then I hear their answers, "losing a loved one" "never being loved" or "not mattering"
And that was the moment where I knew,
bees were fucking pathetic.
(I'm still scared tho)
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ПоэзияThis an unorganized collection of little stories, poems, or thoughts that I like to write down when I have the urge to write. These are strictly me, putting the words in my mind, into one place. I will tell you, I am a generally happy person, but th...
