Poems of the Dead

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basedoffreallife death poetry short-story shortstory suicide suicideawareness

This is a story. But not just your average story. Millions of people die from one cause every year. Suicide. But what were their last moments? The last thing that they remember?All Rights Reserved

basedoffreallife death poetry short-story shortstory suicide suicideawareness

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Sun, Jan 12, 2020

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