kill me.
however you please.
take my pieces apart,
give one here,
another over there,
then take my bones to a glue factory,
grind them up,
and give my freshly dusted remains to a child for them to enjoy.
then maybe something good will come out of this shitshow i call my life.
YOU ARE READING
i feel
Poetrythis is kinda gonna be like where i drop some feels and idk whatever i feel like writing
