one way or another,
the world that haunts me
will bleed away.
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Even Stars Die
Poetry"Nothing is infinite. For even the stars, brilliant and bright and true, light up the dark for but a brief moment before disappearing into the endless night." 【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】 These pages were meant to bring my greatest fears to life because desp...
Resting Place
one way or another,
the world that haunts me
will bleed away.
