Open the door and swallow the key.
Now, take a deep breath and jump.
Fall faster and faster.
You're never going to escape.
So, kiss me goodnight.
Taste the poison on my lips.
One last dying wish.
I can't take anymore of this.
The body is cold.
The heart is numb.
Not breathing any longer.
Lying with a knife in the chest.
This isn't your fate.
I'm telling you now, run.
Get the hell away from this place...
Before its too late.
That's a poem I wrote. Does it make sense to anyone?
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I'll probably just post my poetry and songs and stuff like that on here.
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