We were a boquet of beautiful, colourful, vibrant flowers.
A grand gesture.
Something of nature.
Something spectacular.
Yet neither of us wanted to acknowledge that like a bouquet of flowers
All
We
Were
Ever
Destined
To
Do
Was
Die.
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Suicide Sky (SS 1)
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING emotional exhibitionism; raw, unfortunate honesty. non-fiction. includes songs and significant lyrics. this is probably shit.
