Vindicated
Sticky hot weather like angry hands choking your breath way..
Fear its cold shivers of panic racing down your back , oh how do you get away?
Death is quick , death is quiet peaceful easy. Death is snow.
Heaven is for children
Hell is for sinners
I fall somewhere in between
where do i go?
just a ghost
just a though
smoke.
gone.
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