I imagine death
is like falling asleep
you fight it
because you are scared
because you don't want to miss anything
but eventually
your eyes dip and flutter
and they close
and you are gone from the world
Memories and beeping alarms
are what you leave behind
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Confessions of a Good Girl: A Poetry Collection
PoetryPoetry from my life written between ages 16 and the present.