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Knife slits the throat the pain is gone your troubles are over your mind is dark but what is beyond and what is behind grief and pain plagues the families stuck in trauma and cant go on
your body is gone your heart is too this feels so wrong i miss you too
One Day I will be gone And one day my grandchildren will be wandering around Being nosey like children usually are And they will stumble across their Meemaw’s journal And being curious like children usually are
Hypnotic, neurotic venom of Nirvana- You bloom like the petals within my veins. As we sink to the ground; decomposing with an imperial clout... Will we still seek to know our story?