Category : Poems

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You died from the same pill
That before, you consulted as your therapist
It that moment, I'm sure it was hard to feel
The misfortune lingering in a sense of happiness. 
Back then, we did not know
What the world truly had in store.
We believed that we were Invincible 
And now you are no longer more.
I don't blame you for trying to find joy in abuse.
We would always talk about dying as if it was romance. 
And I courted The Reaper in alcohol use. 
I just wish you were given a second chance