TW: dissociation, blood/gore, death
A/N: some of these are just unfinished stories I'm to tired to finish
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Short falls
Tall heights
Smiling sun
Nothing here
Nothing left
The sky is tall
The world is blue
Shortly we arrive
At our destination
At our destination
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If you go walking here at night in winter
watch out for the cold memories
Etched in stone and ice
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I hate this
I hate my life
I hate this world that
Falls out of blood money
A VHS displaying my options
My opinions
I thought it would help
It wouldn't
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Blood against white tiles
He stands against the gore
He stands against the bile
His thoughts so sick
His mind so vile
A story not to be ended
A fate not apprehended
I lost another
Another friend
Another anonymous identified himself
To the lowest shelf
Alone again he cries
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The static is comfortable
The white and grey and blue
I stare into it and miss your eyes
That flicker in my dying memories
These cuts all line up to claim her
Justice is DEAD
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Vent art, poetry, and just... vent
PoetryTW, it gets dark. If you have a passion for bizarre stuff and shitty poetry and mental illness then this book is...... concerningly accurate to your unhealthy interests. I'm okay, don't worry 👍😘
