A Snowy DeathRapped around me, The cold wouldn’t let go.A Snowy Death
No sound escaped my lips, My face now blue, Numb, No feeling.
Death, Why care? Welcome me, Abandon me, Leave me in the corner, Alone at last.
Death comes with the cold, Stinging my lungs, Painful but comforting,
Hello, No. Bye.
FatFat, The despised word, Fat.Fat
I hear people call me this sometimes, When they think I don’t.
My mom calls me this, Why? Exercise.
I don’t give! I don’t wanta!!! I just want to die.
Ask me what’s on my mind, I’ll tell you what you what you want to hear, But their lies. But pry into my mind and you’ll find the answer: Death.
Night: Death Day: Death
Why? Why should I exercise?
When I die, Who will care? Why should they even bother?
What’s stopping me? &nbs
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"I have great faith in fools; my friends call it self-confidence." --Edgar Allan Poe
"Some stories are true that never happened." --Elie Wiesel
:3
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I should probably feel cheap but I just feel free...
And a little bit empty...
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