i’ve wanted to die a pretty death without blood or scaring, clean and gracious like how a girl should be. please, my dreams are violent, and still lack blood, they reflect my hope to have a pretentious end, maybe. if i leave my body, where will i go? without a home ill be free from ropes but tied with a soul, i hope you find peace with the lilies i ripped apart ever so long ago.
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devinvezzuto (
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- Comment from author about the poem: my experience and thoughts with my own death, and how it maybe will be.
- Category: Sad
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