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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When I walk through a blink of a garden That hugs my legs And calls my mother To come collect these shards of broken glass I felt it on the kick of my leg With hours and more hours spent Asking for a chance to restart There wasn’t even a miracle To call and ask for a redo I felt the pain when the bullet hit my skull Because I’m a far cry from preschool And I’m not dressing up any leg wounds It never really was a simple time I want to bleed on a classroom chair And ask my future why I went there I want to see the lights start to dim When I was locked in the lovers shed With pair of dice and grenade pin I cut my hair with the heart that seemed to break Because I’m not at the bloody creek I’m drowning in the heart And I do miss the way the stars would burn me up It’s been a long day with meteors And it’s not for the faint of all It’s only another day, another laugh I lost my soul in a blink of a garden I sold my heart to game called do it I’m never gonna get a restart There's a heart inside that starts to blink And a mind so blind it starts to think I wish I still had the guts I left inside a kitchen sink I’m holding my breath But my breath fights back And if I would sink I wouldn’t sink like that If I’m never gonna get a restart I’m gonna fight with a will called “move!” And I’m gonna die like I meant to do With a piece of glass still stuck in the back of my throat.
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