I take my gun and give it to my brain. Will tomorrow come to take my mind away? Will I ever see yesterday? Or will I take all of today and waste away? After all, yesterday was never gained. The future is my face, and the past is my prey. LIFE IS A SLOW DEATH.
Reason for writing:
One day I spent a day thinking about what my favorite quote is from somebody for my quote for the yearbook. and then i thought, why the hell don't i come up with my own quote? so i thought of two good ones.
"Money is only numbers, numbers are math. Therefore money is math. Which is why I laugh when I hear rich people say they're not good at math"
and i also came up with
"If we're born to die, then surely we're living for death. are we dead to the meaning of living?" anyways the last one really stuck in my head, so i wrote a poem about it.
Birth sign: Gemini
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