"Ninety nine perfect
of me wants to
die.
One percent of me
is utterly terrified
of the things ill
miss when I'm
gone.
That one measly
percent gets me
every time."
~asj
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PoetryA collection of poems and stories for the broken, lost, afraid, recovery, heartbroken, depressed, and many more. *Trigger warning possibly for some of these*
