I get pulled under
Again and again
Trying to breath
Trying to live
A sentence keeps echoing
In my ears
"Only the good die young,"
As I hold the fragile lifeline
I slip under again
This is not working
I must find shelter
I think as I struggle further
I had missed the warning
I found shelter
I have been bad
I am finally found
Later I am at my parents house
Safe, and alive
I think about the last words of the sentence
"And you? You have been very, very bad."
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constantly blooming.
الشعر'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
