he wished;
that running out out battery didn't just mean the phone dies,
that a rubber was not only limited to the pencil on a page,
that control, alt, delete was not only for computers,
that a full stop wasn't just to end the sentence,
that a switch didn't just turn off the lights,
that he wasn't here anymore.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry'cause sometimes, i swear, i hear voices collection of thoughts