I watch in admiration as the last petal of the rose falls to the ground slowly, before softly touching down onto the ground.
It forever amazes me how something so beautiful can become nonexistent so easily. Dying slowly, without so much as a sound or a warning.
People too die without a sound or a warning, always check on your friends. Depression is a silent killer, taking over the brain like an invisible poison.
Even if you're falling apart, you're still beautiful and strong inside and out. You are loved my angels, always take care.
-Mari
I have WRITERS BLOCK. I really don't know how to feel about this chapter.
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The Words That My Mouth Failed to Speak
Poetry*Completed* This book can best be described as a plethora of my thoughts combined together to form the words that my mouth fails to speak. Before you read this book. Open your mind, it is only then will you come into acceptance with your own thoug...
