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Leah Jun 2018
accident
TV
white SUV

phone call
shaky hands
voicemail
call again...

ring ring
hey, what’s up?
nothing...
nothing much...
I couldn’t stop thinking about the theory (in simple terms) that for something to exist, it needs an observer. Like the kitten in the box. Is it dead or alive? Or is it even in the box at all? I gave my kitten in the box a call.
Leah Apr 2017
There's a place in my heart
Where my Grandpa lives

Right next to me
is where he sits

We play in gardens of forever
Love intertwining our hearts,
Knowing,
Death can never do us part

— The End —