When you are dead,
there is no place for regret,
change or future.
It is just meaningless.
- she mumbled as she scribbled the word 'DIE' on her wrist.
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THE GIRL WHO SPOKE POETRY
PoetryThe thing about pain is, it makes you question.. what makes you human? ____________ **Not cliche, I repeat, Not cliche, WARNING, not cliche**
OVER
When you are dead,
there is no place for regret,
change or future.
It is just meaningless.
- she mumbled as she scribbled the word 'DIE' on her wrist.
