One of these days
Like the petal of a wilted flower
I will fall
From a high depth
To an unforgiving land
Far below
The only difference?
Flowers don't splatter red...
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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"
