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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Another day, another ghostly glitch The catholic church stained glass shouldn’t be as grey as it was today. More and more the molding frays I can hear the coffins softy coughing There are more and more mourning days Whether or not there was better days, “Back when there was no such a glitch” there were still plagues, there was still coughing, common enough, blood from esophagus glass Our flesh still frays, it decays over time, especially today. I forgot to take my Lamictal today, It is my second time forgetting, third day without taking it. A ball of yarn beginning to fray, my brain begins to glare and glitch. Is there a hemorrhage born of broken glass? Maybe I inhaled it in mass? I did a lot of coughing. The psalms usually calming, all I heard was coughing this morning. Something seems off today… I stared at my reflection for too long, the looking glass has sassed me back for many mourning days. It’s not a glitch, the flesh is flayed, the noose is frayed. Always unsuccessful, its stressful, hair is frayed into my hands. The same hands that caught me coughing blood in the hospital in Philadelphia. It can’t be a glitch, this has always been my reality, suffering is my software today. It's a countdown, it's a matter of days Until I am immortalized in pink and yellow glass. It will say, “Here lies the Saint of Smoking Glass”, I have tried to recover, but my brain stem was frayed, and it snapped under pressure. No more mourning days! No more pre funeral cigarettes! Interrupting eulogies coughing like it was some sort of awkward option! It’s not your time today! You will feel it when you can feel the glitch. Eye twitch, there's the glitch! I smoked too much glass… It’s my last day today and I lived partially flayed I can finally stop coughing. I’ll see you on my mourning day.
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