Dark and beautiful.
For a moment, you wonder what death looks like. How it feels to be dying.
Is it painful? Or is it peaceful? Some people are willing to talk about it but most of them refused. Why?
That look in their eyes when you talk about it. That tone in their voices trying to change the topic.
Does the fact that death is imminent scares them? Or you?
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The Unspoken Things
PoetryJust some late night thoughts🌚 Do vote and comment !!🧚🏻♂️
