DEATH FITS ME

Imagine how beautiful I would look in death. How calm, how attractive. The cotton wool complimented my nose, making me breathless. When my breath is finally taken, people will take selfies with my lifeless body, my face shall be the wallpaper of many because I will be…

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Oreofe Oguntola

Oreofe Oguntola

I don't cry, I bleed on papers. I don't care about writing it well, I care about healing well. I don't care about applause, I care about my mental health.