Death I dreamt once about death. It seemed like a huge space of nothingness, but I'm pretty sure that it was smaller than it looked. It was nothing like a void, but there really was nothing, and no one besides me. I was crawled, holding my knees, just floating, gently, slowly, feeling nothing. Not a need for breathing (it didn't matter how much I enjoy it), not a desire to open my eyes. I didn't think of how my hair wasn't moving as it's supposed to, or how I was only in robes with no cold overwhelming me. Pretty much, I wasn't thinking at all. I think there was no need to.It wasn't like I didn't feel anything anymore, though. I could recall each
Heart Here's my heart.Be careful with it, it's broken.Can you see it?I've put it together a thousand times.Tape, glue, oil, whatever it takes.Can you see it?It has layers and layers of glue.But the glue isn't working so much now.Not anymore, not after that.'Cuz the pain doesn't dissapear,It doesn't fade away.It comes again and again,Unstoppable, eternal, like sea waves.Can you see it?Can you see it?Here's a bunch of nails.Be careful with them, they have all been used.It took me a lot to pull them out of my heart.But, somehow, they always end up stabbing it again.Can you see them?All the holes are because of t
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