There was a chance.
It could have been.
There was a chance
to save them all.
There was a chance
Until there wasn't.
Because before you save anyone,
you have to be saved first,
otherwise
it'll all come falling down.
And until someone helps another
at the cost of their life,
no one will be ready
to heal another.
But all value themselves more,
and yet it's understandable.
So in the end,
they all break
and fall.
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Poetry of Death
Poetry"You kept saying that you would never die, that you would live forever. But here you are, and here I am. Isn't it funny? I'm here to take your soul. Did I mention, I love my job? Oh right! I never told you. I'm the reaper who will reap your life." B...
