I watched her fall
My hands stood still
Breath caught in my throat
I didn’t know
She won’t listen
Oh I’m too young
Excuses. Excuses.
Why didn’t I?
Use my small voice
Are you ok?
My inspiration comes from many different avenues as I try to put words to people's feelings
I want to meet him. Death. The one who has taken everything from me to keep. We must be similar if we love all of the same things.
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