Sweet Death

Rookie (11/10/93 / The Bronx in New York)


I want to be free. I want to fly. I want the wind to brush against my cheek and through my hair. I want to hear your voice once again calling my name. I want to see your face as you read this. I want to WATCH as you begin to relize what Iv'e done and that I'm dead. That I'm floating to the big playground in the sky. You told me I wouldn't do it, t

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