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I fell asleep with no underwear on.
My intestines, burning, I was parched.
I dreamt of a way to die a quicker death;
I found nothing, so save a few slits.
My eyes are open, but sight is closed.
This weight, this burden, this duty I've hid
is beyond my control now,
and so I give in.
My intestines, burning, I was parched.
I dreamt of a way to die a quicker death;
I found nothing, so save a few slits.
My eyes are open, but sight is closed.
This weight, this burden, this duty I've hid
is beyond my control now,
and so I give in.
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I love your poems. I hope you feel better if this is any idea as to how you've been feeling lately. *Hugs*
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