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Float away, into the nothingness of the open sky,
Feel a cloud, and realize that your already dead,
Some prick found on the ground at your feet,
Hustling Eearth, swallowing you up,
Beneath the whistling tears of the painful flower on your head,
Dead in silence, you float to Hell,
on a journey to bleed,
On a journey to see
How life turns you around on the inside, making your stomach turn.
Yet, despite all the pain, your happy,
Pain makes people stronger, so they say,
and that is way you are happy this day...
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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