You ask if I'm joking
When I say
I want to die
That you can't tell
Anymore.
Neither can I.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrycan the words flowing through my mind be crafted into something beautiful? something worthy? *my wildly terrible attempts at poetry because why not?
xiv.
You ask if I'm joking
When I say
I want to die
That you can't tell
Anymore.
Neither can I.
