Dying. Going six feet under the
Earth we walk on. Flying
Above it all.
Though I've tried, I must let go because I
Hate everything.
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Poem # 11 (Death)
Dying. Going six feet under the
Earth we walk on. Flying
Above it all.
Though I've tried, I must let go because I
Hate everything.