I used to be afraid of dying
a concept I’ve since come to peace
So many days felt not worth trying
made me accept my soon release
Though i’m alone, a soul some may miss
so on days i cannot walk or stand
to those i promise this:
be not by my own hand
- Author: Brittany Jo ( Offline)
- Published: August 12th, 2018 00:44
- Category: Unclassified
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