That death 12/23 - for torrie - I feel that death, we so often talk of. I feel that death, we both wish for so hard. I feel that death, winter is so awful. I feel that death, we so often smoke away. I feel that death, cancer eating us away. I feel that death, we can’t be apart for. I feel that death, a parasite sucking my brain. I feel that death, we eat up everyday. I feel that death, we both want but don’t dare have. don’t worry angel it’s not the end, well all ways be good friends.
Reason for writing:
the person i most love in this world, my best friend torrie....she's the cats meow...'member huh?
Birth sign: Cancer
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