Who is there, who am I, what do you want from me? I fear these voices inside my head. What are they, death? Is it time? I am tired of this life, just let it go, I don't care if I lose this fight; I am too tired. Can I just close my eyes and rest in peace, relax; after all, we were meant to die; if not, then I was going to die, eventually.
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Poetry
PoezjaThese are just some cringy and weird poems. My inspiration was a_username4a_fangirl. Hope you enjoy~ By pelusaqueen Its completed.
