Mckayla Morales

Only a kiss from death can stand my lips, blood stained kisses remain, open heart no longer beating, do the stars still twinkle? Does the sun still rise? Does the moon still shine bright? I shall not

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Subsequently, life happened, it was beautiful while it lasted but unfortunately things happen, mental illness takes over rather quickly, it ruins your true deserved happiness, the sun isn’t the same,

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