one year older from yesterday at 9:36am
it starte din a hospital and will probably finish in one
i wish it didnt
id love to end right next to you
ever if you're not coming
i wish i could write/right like a solidier or that boy wounded in the corner. both are the same sometimes. one wounded by teachery and the other wounded by words and his own heartless self.
one day we will end.
make everything count
and smile
even if not for me
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