Doesn't it scare you? Because it scares the living crap out me. Knowing that anytime could be the last time you talk or see someone.
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The Echo Of Inner Voices
PoetryNope. Na-ah. Don't read this. This is just a silly writing prompts out of despair, loneliness, anger, joy, self-love and so on. It means, these are just random thoughts that popped in my noggin and I don't want to bore you, but I also hit "Publish"...
What scares me
Doesn't it scare you? Because it scares the living crap out me. Knowing that anytime could be the last time you talk or see someone.
