Pop the pills one after one.
One of these days you'll be forever done.
Draw on your skin and color it red.
One of these days you will end up dead.
If I were to die no one would care.
That's how life is: cruel and unfair.
Now don't you come running, don't start to cry.
It's too late for you to be wondering why.
I needed you then, to love and to hold.
Now I am gone and my story is told.
They left me to rot, my heart and my soul.
All I ask of you now is to let the memory of me go.
~a.k.
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Polaroid Poems
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