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I met death
I met death when I was breathing under my mothers womb, fighting for life and death.
Then I started to appreciate life when I saw myself dying.
Then I started to appreciate life when I saw myself dying.
Published 16th Nov 2017
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16th Nov 2017 3:39am
that poem is awful. i am too, a fan of suicide. and sometimes i really see myself living when i die. hehe
