Death follows me around like some sort of haze
Leaving me in some sort of daze
And every time I try to think
It supplies
"What if you die?"
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Waving Through A Window
Poetry**While these poems reference suicide and self harm, they are in no way meant to promote it!! Read at your risk** When I look outside my window I don't get no peace of mind... Sequel: "Fading From Your Mind"
