Books
falling
Fashion
flatlined
numbers
poetry
scared
suicide
thoughts
Unfinished Thoughts.
Watch the numbers fall,
And me shrink.
Only miss me when,
I am gone.
Take advantage,
Then watch the breakdown.
Realise that,
It was you,
That caused this.
This suicide.
That leaves me,
Alive but dead inside.
Some unfinished thoughts about the past...
xoxo Miriam
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