"A word is dead

When it is said,

Some say.

I say it just

Begins to live

That day."


-Emily Dickinson




End

and I think that by then,
my bones will be too old and weak
to feel the air again
and I think by then,
my mind will lose train of thought
and I would be considered useless,
a waste of life that has grown too much,
too old.
and I'm scared
of all of this
I'm scared to come to a rotting end

the end




could never wipe away..
these permanent

drops

of

hate

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