My baby
Slice me like ham
Love is deceiving,
Trust even more so.
Into the mountains I’ll walk alone
Grasping the life I once had.
And with steady hands I’ll meet my maker.
I’ll keep my strength for as long as I may,
For my last pain, I will feel today.
— I wrote this today at my grandfathers funeral. A poem about how i envision death
YEEESS
Marry me
Hahahah pauls chins
Intertwining limbs like a pro.
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