I can only celebrate life at its end.
Those last breaths were a God-send.
It was so easy for my will to bend.
I miss you.
I wish this wasn't true.
None of that was my intent.
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 12:35 AM UTC
I can only celebrate life at its end.
Those last breaths were a God-send.
It was so easy for my will to bend.
I miss you.
I wish this wasn't true.
None of that was my intent.
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