Stop.
Leave me in this misery.
Do not pull me out.
For my misery is my greatest accomplishment.
In my misery you rise above.
In my misery you succeed.
In your success is my demise.
But you, a rarity, creates all.
Can you create death, or does death create you?
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 1:35 AM UTC
Stop.
Leave me in this misery.
Do not pull me out.
For my misery is my greatest accomplishment.
In my misery you rise above.
In my misery you succeed.
In your success is my demise.
But you, a rarity, creates all.
Can you create death, or does death create you?
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