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Jul 2018
On days like these it seems like writing keeps the punishing thoughts away
All of the dark and depressing fears are kept at bay
So long as though my fingertips they go on display

Yes, I am terrified of death
Because I know it is inevitable
There is no life after death
When I think about it I feel a sharp pang of nothing
There is no envisionment of an afterlife
Of a paradise
Because there is none, not for me

Even if I believe in reincarnation
It doesn't stop the fear
Because all of my memories in this life
Will disappear
And if I stop writing now
These thoughts will invade and my conscience will cave

My passions are overwhelmed by my fears
Luckily they are just scattered days on my calendar
If I can make it through this one
I will make it through the next
I've been teaching myself korean for the past five months and Im already fluent enough to hold decent conversations. I want to be a translator or english teacher, anything to get me off this continent. I found languages are easy for me to learn, quicker than others, so it's become my passion.
Pyrrha
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Pyrrha  17/F/Texas
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