I love to write and I have a poem to share or something I hope you enjoy it :) Living is truly I can lay here, in cold, and be consumed by what is below me. Or I could stand, and take in the sun that of whom towers above me. No matter, I’ll still be feeling, something I am not a stranger to. I enjoy to feel it all, even if it’s the worst I’ll feel. As long as I’m feeling, I’m alive. I’ll lay in the sunlight, and be consumed in cold. As long as the air remains, my spirit will live. I hope my corpse to feed the soil, and grass to grow over my bones.
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