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I was walking with you On the path of thorns Nothing but moonlight guiding us In this enchanted forest A tree with gnarled roots Turns to ask me How much for your soul? How much are you willing to give me If I take this pain away So dear tree with ****** up branches Have my sanity I can't use it Have my pride and respect I don't need it O tree with venomous fruit Have my love. My love is twisted just like you I'm sick sick. I'm sick and broken Tired of green invading my winters The tree gave me three things Alcohol. Xanax. **** Then one more so I'd have four A knife I have a promising life It was as fragile as butterfly wings. Gentle enough to sit at the end of the knife That the ***** tree slipped into my bag. I slit them. These wrists filled with thick black blood Pumping at all time slow My heart rates on a no because it's time to go My time is up I don't want to be in this forest with you Take me out tree Take me out tree He drags me into the thickness thickness I'm not crazy i promise this really happened. What did you say? Who is coming? Oh I'm sorry let me fix this hello! Let me write this for you I'm a little crazy like times two But whatever I'm okay I think My minds cluttered like a dish filled sink I can do you a poem A poem A poem A poem I can do you a poem I think
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
Convo with my dad(aka a crazy person)
I was walking with you On the path of thorns Nothing but moonlight guiding us In this enchanted forest A tree with gnarled roots Turns to ask me How much for your soul? How much are you willing to give me If I take this pain away So dear tree with ****** up branches Have my sanity I can't use it Have my pride and respect I don't need it O tree with venomous fruit Have my love. My love is twisted just like you I'm sick sick. I'm sick and broken Tired of green invading my winters The tree gave me three things Alcohol. Xanax. **** Then one more so I'd have four A knife I have a promising life It was as fragile as butterfly wings. Gentle enough to sit at the end of the knife That the ***** tree slipped into my bag. I slit them. These wrists filled with thick black blood Pumping at all time slow My heart rates on a no because it's time to go My time is up I don't want to be in this forest with you Take me out tree Take me out tree He drags me into the thickness thickness I'm not crazy i promise this really happened. What did you say? Who is coming? Oh I'm sorry let me fix this hello! Let me write this for you I'm a little crazy like times two But whatever I'm okay I think My minds cluttered like a dish filled sink I can do you a poem A poem A poem A poem I can do you a poem I think
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
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