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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1870467

a short poem about someone's last day

My world turned all gray.
I just want to run away.
I feel the need to get rid,
of the feeling, from things I did.

Never do I want to see again.
Never do I want to feel again.
From all that's left that I can do,
is this what I choose to.

Because of my love of lights.
I choose to do jump at night.
Turning blue and green in red.
Forever in this transparent bed.
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