When life comes crashing
down from the sky,
first, I have to check my phone.
pick up whats left of the rubble.
whats left of my soul.
pick up my words,
that don't even matter
death is a door
everyone walks out of
we only have so much time
in this world together
i don’t understand why
anyone
who’s ever loved me
wouldn’t hold on to me?
About Me
- WE SL EY PA CL EB
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