I can't explain how death feels but I can image it. It might feel warm and cozy however your freezing cold. Its a long hallway type of place. At the end there are hands there. One for heaven and one for hell. Once you get near the hands let which ever take you and pull you. Talia G
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Dark Poems.
PoetryTRIGGERED WARNING this book contains depressed poems and stories about my life. Please enjoy it
