sometimes when i think about my death
i think about the pain that it could cause
who would weep
who would scream
who would move on with ease
i think about the tragedy of losing someone so close to you
and wonder whether or not i could do that to the ones i love
and i realize that i may not be around to watch the unraveling
because there's no guarantee
that ill be a ghost
a spirit
a whisper in their dreams
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Poetrywhat's up wattpad, its time for a vent-poetry-book try #2. if you've followed me since the beginning you might remember that i had a vent poetry book. unfortunately i deleted it at 15. anyways, hi, yeah, im lacuna (shadow heart), im 19, + here lies...
