Apr 2021
I float above my body in a box.
I look like I'm made of wax.
I'm never happy with the crowd.
This one seems way too loud.
My kids speak. Make me proud
to be who I am in death's shroud.
I look like I'm made of wax.
I'm never happy with the crowd.
This one seems way too loud.
My kids speak. Make me proud
to be who I am in death's shroud.
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)
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