Rest in peace, as I rest in pieces. You were RIPped from my life, like fabric tearing at the steams. I find it hard to breathe sometimes, and other times I just can't care anymore.
RIP yourself out of my heart, and leave your mark. Your memory eats away at my brain, like animals to dead meat. You couldn't have thought that you were going to die that day, yet I wonder what your last thought was.
Did it hurt, were you in peace, or fear? What what in you mind before the life was RIPped from your body.
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Little Ideas for Little Minds
Non-FictionA diary for the random thoughts of my life. Sometimes I will post maybe three of four a day, but you'll never know...
