Poem
A Discussion With Death
When things go bad, and it all becomes too much, we look to the Reaper. Should we?
Eva Lin
Local depressed girl screaming into the void.
Local depressed girl screaming into the void.
Poem
When things go bad, and it all becomes too much, we look to the Reaper. Should we?
Uni's hard, yes, but it is short, You'll be done soon, you'll get your sheet. And then you'll leave, find a good place. Where the grass is greener, on the other side.