i fell down to the floor
begging,
i fell down to the floor
praying,
to i don't know whom.
to whoever listening.
i fell down to the ground,
wishing i could just melt into the ground.
i couldn't get up.
i didn't want to get up.
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Immortality of Pain
PoetryGatsby threw all the large parties for Daisy, I write poems for my love. and in the end? Daisy's a bitch.
