Death Without Her.

January 29, 2016

Forget air

I breath words

Ditch water

I drink influence

True friedships are rare

its almost absurd.

To have such a distance

a mental breakdown im sure.

I prefer suffication,

starvation and dhydration

to chose death not life.

tTheres nothing I couldn't indure

without my best friend

Bailey Fitchner.

By:Rayvin Hoffman

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