I just wanted to share a deep and moving sentiment with you, one that my author has so potently and passionately put into words in the following poem...
why, oh god, why??????
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Death
I use to be afraid
Now I’m not
Times in my life
Make me wish
"Damn, why can’t it come sooner
Why can’t I be free?
Of worries
Everything that is called
Life."
I have a new idea. Because I rarely post much, I'm going to start placing the ranting-and-raving emails I send to my co-workers regarding my authors on this blog. It should give everyone a better idea of what these are all about. To any authors who might stumble upon their works herein, I'm sorry. But the truth hurts.
