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Its Show Time
Welcome to the day I died, please have a seat anywhere you would like.
It starts with a whisper at the side of the bed. I dig with a pen in the side of my head.
Then I shiver FUCK IM AFRAID and I don't understand what I am doing.
What's wrong with me, look at me, aren't you disgusted?
Blood is pouring in intervals flooding the room
which is now crimson and flowing with TINA.
Inside of the Bathroom I light a match,
it trails to the tub,
you blow up,
AND LOOK AT WHAT I HAVE DONE.
( Believe- believe in nothing.)
Its over you may rise from your seat and get the fuck out now, thank you for coming.
i percieve this poem as you
i percieve this poem as you almost displaying out the pain unleashed like a museum or at a circuus watching the lions jump through hoops of fire i like it just very confusing
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