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Walking through the forest Looking at the pitch dark sky; Even the stars didn’t shine They were trying to hide, All alone; didn’t have anyone beside; Just me and myself; And the broken flash light As the wind blew I quickly kept my hands inside; It was as cold as my soul Even a smirk on my face wouldn’t lie, The warmth of the fire ; Was all I wanted to feel tonight With my body aching Just couldn’t continue the plight Came in to the jungle To come close to death Had cut down the rope When I was just out of breath Mind plays games Says me it wants to die Body says another thing There is still life inside Lost , with no hopes can I continue tonight? Alas, I want the misery to end ; the reason I came there Was the same thing, right ? The Japanese jungle Gave me what I wanted There was nothing new to expect I was just lying on the ground dead Looking at the sky Just Perfect!
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Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC
Lost with no soul
Walking through the forest Looking at the pitch dark sky; Even the stars didn’t shine They were trying to hide, All alone; didn’t have anyone beside; Just me and myself; And the broken flash light As the wind blew I quickly kept my hands inside; It was as cold as my soul Even a smirk on my face wouldn’t lie, The warmth of the fire ; Was all I wanted to feel tonight With my body aching Just couldn’t continue the plight Came in to the jungle To come close to death Had cut down the rope When I was just out of breath Mind plays games Says me it wants to die Body says another thing There is still life inside Lost , with no hopes can I continue tonight? Alas, I want the misery to end ; the reason I came there Was the same thing, right ? The Japanese jungle Gave me what I wanted There was nothing new to expect I was just lying on the ground dead Looking at the sky Just Perfect!
The Japanese jungle is famous for suicide, Even though it’s a hard thing to **** oneself , many Japanese people have sacrificed themselves in the history of time, There was no shame. But now things have changed People come here to **** themselves often have a change of heart And try to escape the jungle Only to realise that The jungle has delivered all the wishes one asks for. Death!
anish-saurav
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22/M/India
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC
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