what is it like?
i want to ask,
to not be afraid?
to touch and be touched,
to love and be loved
what is it like?
i wonder,
to not know such hurt?
to live without care,
to remember without pain
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a last note from your narrator
Poetrypeople write because no one listens - h.h. a collection of short stories written in various points in my life. mostly bad points. fair warning. title from the book thief by markus zusak i...
