Saturday, March 23, 2019

Thinking Out Loud Again



259 days left


that's all. Until


the one you promised me

the one you built up so well

just to tear down again -


fully aware it'd take me with it.


So I've decided that

I will treat myself


to a day filled with purples

and the smell of roses.

That way I never have to


remember what


dying feels like.


259 days. Left.

That's all.

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