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Puisi

Poems from my mind, which is out there scattered in the galaxy. This book will tend to be off, but that's ok.

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by screw-up

by screw-up

We grew up scared of death
You existed no more
Everyone wanted to live

But this world got colder
We got older
And society made us all paper dolls

All in a line
Primp, proper and neat
Fit for the users play

But paper rips
If you can't afford lamentation
So slowly it tears

Our bodies got torn
Stained with ink
Or in this case blood

We were marked insane
So it was only normal
To want to use the shredder

Take off your plastic clothes
They never mattered
And greet death all crinkled

For death means you don't exist
We don't want to anymore
We are malfunctioning little dolls
Our time is up