Nothing exactly exists. You try and try just to realize death is awaiting your arrival. Your death makes your whole life meaningless. The only thing you will remember is your dementia and brittle bones. Nothing exactly exists, does it?
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Lotus's Nightmares
ПоезіяHUGE TW: Depression, suicide, self-harm This is a poem series originally named "Frog's Feet". It is a series of poems I have written during my hard times. This will be continued until I forget about it. Forewarning you to not read this is you have t...
