97% of our body's are made of star dust
The universe used bits of itself to make you,
Because it knew the world needed someone like you
It made you for a purpose
Shedding some of its stars for you
Carefully picked just for you
It made you knowing full well that you would survive
It knew that you would be able to get through any hardship the world threw at you
YOU ARE READING
Russian Roulette ||poetry||
PoetryI'm feeling like this is just gonna be a shit post of poetry😅cause I need somewhere to store it all. The theme of this book is very inconsistent, so you know Russian Roulette...🤷
