The world itself will slowly forget you. Loved ones' memories and thoughts will pass you down until you are nothing but cold dust drifting through their fingers. Your face will slowly turn into a blur, until you are no longer there.
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
