DeathA Poem by Ov3R_sKiLl3DTo the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure...I slowly die inside, For all the times I’ve cried…. I’ve cried for you, You look at me, With your beautiful eyes. You look right through me, Like I was never alive…. I am visible, I always will be to you…, For some reason I knew, I would always be, Like this to you.. I wish you were missing me, Like I was missing you.., But no matter what I do, I am always dead to you.. Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them. which every one inhale every day... but exhaling deadness © 2015 Ov3R_sKiLl3DAuthor's Note
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16 Reviews Added on February 13, 2015 Last Updated on February 13, 2015 AuthorOv3R_sKiLl3DWorthington, OHAbouti am a 17 years old boy..... M a really friendly person. Like to write,read and talk to new people.m a loving,caring and funny type of guy.This is all i can tell hope u guys are gonna like my way of .. more..Writing
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