"Sometimes I don't get you."
"I am a deeply unhappy person," she stated,
And then something visible snapped inside her.
"Straight and fast is the only way out." she whispered.
A lot of times, people die how they live,
And you're left with nothing.
Someday no one will remember that she ever existed.
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Found Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems that I've written using only words and sentences that I've found in books. The title of each poem is the book that I drew it from.
