do you stop to think what our lives would be like if that one person hadn't walked in and destroyed it?
i don't think mine would be much different but i know my head wouldn't feel like a dark swirling cloud.
everyone always says it only hurts for a little while, but time doesn't heal all wounds. time won't heal my wounds.
this is the end, the end of what i have to say, because you died last night.
you left me alone in this cruel world. they say you were shot in a fight, i always told you to stay out of the gangs business.
you didn't listen, oh how i wish you would've listened.
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secrets ; gawsten
Poetrydeep down, we're all capable of unspeakable acts. highest ranking /// •58 in poetry