he'd always believed
he'd die
before thirty
when he told me this
i smiled
and laughed
and looked at him
and told him he was horribly mistaken.
"you wont die before thirty ."
i said ,
"thats only thirteen years away ."
"no ."
"you die with your memory,
and honey,
you wont die until the fucking world does ."
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POETRY -- xx, jay
Poetrythis is basically going to be a collection of poems that i think of and then write down on here. i hope you like it lmao keep in mind im a young writer so if my poetry doesn't match the criteria of Emily Dickinson or Edgar Allan Poe, im sorry but ge...
