Oh how I wish to see that river flow
Carve deep into the mountains, creating a valley
rushing, fast, never stopping
until...there is no more water left in the world.
Until there is a giant lake where the water ends.
Slowly, the life fades away from where all the water used to be.
Flow, red river, flow from my body and create that giant lake.
Oh how I wish to feel my life slowly fade from myself.
Oh how I wish I can carve those valleys, deep and long, into my self.
Oh how I wish to never exist.
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This is Poetic Vomit
PoetryI only mean to write what I feel. That's what the doctors say I should do.