i wander through a field of flowers my heart too heavy with the cares of the world i am unable to see the innocent beauty of the precious blooms in my blindness their glory fades blending into one with the barrel of the gun as i take my final steps into a field of blood red flowers
Reason for writing:
What is death like???Birth sign: Aquarius
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