Feb 27: Pick a story you wrote that you didn't like and rewrite it in a completely different genre (not really a story but)
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My pure heart
Going through pain
Or whatever you want to
describe the feeling as
Overthinking
Getting more and more hurt
About to give up
About to break down
And then you show up
You pick me up
You give me a tight embrace
You tell me it will be alright
But I must give you something of mine
'Whatever you want' I say in desperation
You say my sanity
My purity
My kindness
My love
I agree without a second thought
and then you're gone
But I notice I don't feel pain anymore
It's something different
I'm overthinking again
But they're not thoughts of sadness and anger
They're thoughts of murder and madness and rage
I laugh at myself like a maniac
I injure myself but I'm numb to the pain
I jump off mountains and tremble in the darkness
I've gone mad but I like it
This is truly the best way to handle the pain
You have taught me
The reason you like to be like this
And I understand now
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Do not have any explanation for what da fack this is
It's actually that poem with red as the inspo and I know it's totally different from the prompt but
