If you survive a tragedy and others don’t, it’s not life trying to teach you a lesson, you narasctic piece of shit
Other peoples’ deaths are not apart of a grand plan so you can become a better person, asshole
You just got lucky. Don’t worry about it. It runs out, dumb fuck
I am poet. I am woman. I write with my thumbs.
Read my poems. Tell me what You think. You may find the love poem you always thought someone wrote for you. Or the one you meant to write
lovers tell zingers and often break hearts
Milky Way Earth U.S.A Madison WI
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