soaking up the beautiful rays
of sunlight, shinning through the
colded windows of a shadowed
women, tears befalling her face
thinking of all possibilities, falling
towards death,
we lay
we act like life is just here on
a silver platter,
infront of us,
take no time as granted time,
and take eachother in hand as
enemies conjoined. we are all
people, we all hurt, cry, and
die.
when it helps nothing
the rays of the brighten sun
dissapear,
as life passes you bye.
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