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RE: This is Me Now That Your Dead.
I was touched man. This made me think of my mom, how I'd feel. I can't imagine it. And she just tried to overdose less than a year ago
I was touched man. This made me think of my mom, how I'd feel. I can't imagine it. And she just tried to overdose less than a year ago
Tell her I said hi. All her to read this little story. Can you share your mom's poem with me?
It's Halloween - the ghouls are out
And there are gruesome things about
Like monsters, creeps, and witches brew
Sometimes a scary graveyard crew
Foggy mist swirls past a spooky moon
Strange creatures lurk in the gloom
If you don't want to lose your head
You'd better stay at home instead...
She just said it's the only poem she's ever wrote
"he's here?" she asked
Good shit.
oh its hard to read huh?
Impossible to read on my phone with no glasses. I think my arms are going to fall off from typing with my phone an inch from my face.