First Drafts
- Silence -
Happy days
became the time
to think about death.
And sad days
became numb I feel
no need to shed tears.
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PoetryFeatured on the Wattpad Anthologies Profile. @WattpadAnthologies As the clock ticks, the pen on her hand taps rhythmically to the words in her head. Her finger runs through the cover of the journal, and her mind goes on a trip to memory lane, bringi...
83 | Silence
First Drafts
- Silence -
Happy days
became the time
to think about death.
And sad days
became numb I feel
no need to shed tears.
