You greeted death with open arms and waited for the soldiers you so dearly missed.
You walked through the battle field like you owned it and killed like it was your first language. You danced with bullets until one took a wrong step and pierced your heart.
You greeted Hell with open arms and waited for the demons you so deadly missed.
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The Boy That Never Forgot Their Name
PoetryStep into the life of a mystery in this poetry collection exploring romance, death,pain, and creatures out of this realm. Forget what you have learned of heartbreak and ghosts because when you walk into the forest I promise that you will know the tr...
