These guns that you're so afraid of
Shoot my dead dreams into the winds
In the form of a thousand dying dandelions.
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PoetryA collection of poems about depression, love, and sometimes random things. Please help this lonely af individual feel less alone on this bleak planet called Earth. I'm literally melting off my couch from boredom. The cover was conjured by the magica...
67. death wish
These guns that you're so afraid of
Shoot my dead dreams into the winds
In the form of a thousand dying dandelions.
