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As I lived the days that come and go I thought of what I had to show Of all the things I’d won and earned Of all the things I’d trashed and burned The bads outweigh the goods, you see Their heaviness means I’ll never be free This cold, dark world is all I am And held me back for future scam The bitter cold, the vivid dark Both tried to take away my spark They’d sneak and fight, and turn me cold And make me nothing, but controlled I longed for heat, I longed for light I wished and prayed straight through the night I knew that path to say farewell But that just led me straight to hell ‘I wonder if the heat feels nice’ ‘It can’t get worse’ was my advice I took the blade and took my heart For constant heat I did depart The heat was bliss and soothed my pain But then the clouds let forth some acid rain The heat was higher than I could bare It burnt my skin and singed my hair The pain is constant, from the heat I wish the cold days would repeat So as I hurt, and scream and shout I wish I’d never opted out
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Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC
Why I’m Still Here
As I lived the days that come and go I thought of what I had to show Of all the things I’d won and earned Of all the things I’d trashed and burned The bads outweigh the goods, you see Their heaviness means I’ll never be free This cold, dark world is all I am And held me back for future scam The bitter cold, the vivid dark Both tried to take away my spark They’d sneak and fight, and turn me cold And make me nothing, but controlled I longed for heat, I longed for light I wished and prayed straight through the night I knew that path to say farewell But that just led me straight to hell ‘I wonder if the heat feels nice’ ‘It can’t get worse’ was my advice I took the blade and took my heart For constant heat I did depart The heat was bliss and soothed my pain But then the clouds let forth some acid rain The heat was higher than I could bare It burnt my skin and singed my hair The pain is constant, from the heat I wish the cold days would repeat So as I hurt, and scream and shout I wish I’d never opted out
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Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC
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