A collection of poems and short stories, from a long time ago and from today. Some are light hearted, others are more serious, some are simply extracts from larger pieces of ficiton I am writing.
Sunday 2 March 2014
Why?
All I want to do is die
All you never wanted to do was cry
The lord came down and touched my cheek with a sigh
And said "carry on, child, carry on"
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