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it's a sad poem |
| Suicide. There's something beautiful about those , sad lights that blink at the moon....silence...and solitude, bred in those blinking flames. You never had me. You never could. Dark, deep darkness...like you should. My bones are so sore, They're aching, itching, I'm a spoiled brat now, A missing child. The orphan of the world. There's nothing special here, just emptyness and greed, so why not just let me bleed Touch me I am not a dream. |