He stopped looking
both ways before
crossing the street;
he stopped wearing
his seatbelt in the car,
and he stopped counting
the pills before he took them.
Now, he wasn't trying
to kill himself, no,
but he did stop caring
about whether he lived
or not.
- (DS)
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Poems
Poetry"If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die." - This book will contain all of my favorite poems. None of them are mine, so I am not taking credit for any of them. However, if I decide to write a poem, and post it here then I will write my...
