The Poetry Of My Heart
Friday, September 23, 2011
I lie here,
Barely breathing,
Barely alive.
I'm so cold
From the blood rushing
Out of my body.
Yet, I'm warm.
I know that nothing else can
Happen now.
Now that I'm gone,
People can be happier.
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