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blood rushing into my head painless, but yet burning; white perhaps now i have died a saintly death i will be remembered as a hero not a coward; perhaps now i have died a saintly death i will be worthwhile to remember not worthless perhaps now i have died a saintly death i will be known for my kindness which never existed to cover up what really happened perhaps now i have died a saintly death somebody will cry that they love me instead of me being hated perhaps now i have died a saintly death everything will be better at least death has its own dwellings
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 2:55 PM UTC
a penny for peter pettigrew’s thoughts
blood rushing into my head painless, but yet burning; white perhaps now i have died a saintly death i will be remembered as a hero not a coward; perhaps now i have died a saintly death i will be worthwhile to remember not worthless perhaps now i have died a saintly death i will be known for my kindness which never existed to cover up what really happened perhaps now i have died a saintly death somebody will cry that they love me instead of me being hated perhaps now i have died a saintly death everything will be better at least death has its own dwellings
This is the first poem I have ever published, hope you enjoy it. I just thought somebody would like to see something from a different perspective.
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