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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Let’s go dancing. Wild and free. Let’s just be. Let’s go singing. Let’s go swimming in the flavors and colors of this new world that everyone seems to be blind of or blind by. Let’s slit our wrists and smile. Blood dripping to the rhythm of the music. Swaying to the beat of the song, the song inside of us. Let’s close our eyes and scream the words until our knives slit our throats in the shape of a smile. Watch that beautiful scarlet pour down each other’s naked bodies. Her blue eyes and his brown. Both becoming the same numb and dull as the feeling inside their empty souls. Let that blood sink into their skin and pores and stain them red. Let them become one person and share the same blood. Pumping. Let’s ride. Let’s follow the sunset right into the water. Try and walk. Run. Swim. Follow that endlessly burning gold. Let’s go for it. Even when we die from the water in our veins instead of blood. Even when the foodlessness makes our bodies perfect. Even when our tears aren’t even tears anymore. Our bodies not even ours anymore. Let’s chase the sun. Wouldn’t it be fun? If we caught the sun. And instead of it being warm it’s cold. So cold we can’t even feeling our skin burning off. Our skeletons drying. That’s when we discover that there’s no real organs within us. Explains the emptiness. Huh. Not even a heart. All those years of popping pills and taking shots of alcohol and shots from guns and there was no death to be scared of. We are all living a hell. They tell us not to cut or overdoes or listen to loud music or try and feel alive. Just to keep chasing that success. But there’s nothing here or there or anywhere for us. I’m leaving. I’m gone. Charge yourself up and follow me. I’ll be on the moon trying to find happiness. Let me leave. Let’s…
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