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Garrett Johnson Sep 2019
Letters to nobody.

Sorry for the mess.
I don’t know how to say.
What to say.
The lavender fields are choking me.
Leaves seeping into me.
Hyacinth canopy.
Rusting couch.
Could’ve said ouch.
Before the lavender.
******* Lavender.
I fathomed her.
Free murderers for rent.
I’ll take one.
I am one.
I killed myself.
Didn’t mean to melt.
Like myself.
Hate myself.
Being someone else.
Myself.
My self.
On the shelf.
Elf for Halloween.
She was.
There.
Here.
Fortney.
Blanket Express.
What a guess.
Sleepy Stress.
Lovely dress.
Live for meh.
Eat some veggies.
Smoke in the tub.
Don’t count on me.
Can’t have fun.
Slippers on feet.
Cartoon drawings.
Don’t go to prom.
Didn’t go to prom.
Didn’t walk.
Just picked it up.
Threw it up.
Didn’t come down.




Garrett Johnson.
Fox academy coffee time.
Garrett Johnson Sep 2019
World.

The Door.
Awakens in the heat.
Of angst.
Discourage.
Rebellion.
High flying.
And uncontrollable control.
The Archimedes of Ignorance.
And the Diogenes of change.



Garrett Johnson.
Dead in my bedroom. And loving every minute of it.

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