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Imagination
I've killed
so often
in my mind.
No
regrets
anywhere to find.
Always
dying
on the floor.
Blood
runs over
to the door.
Trickling
sticky
stain my skin.
In
my mind
I always win.
so often
in my mind.
No
regrets
anywhere to find.
Always
dying
on the floor.
Blood
runs over
to the door.
Trickling
sticky
stain my skin.
In
my mind
I always win.
Published 13th Jan 2014
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14th Jan 2014 7:13pm
This is great. I'm not sure if you intended for it to be funny, but it brought a truthful smile to me.
14th Jan 2014 8:10pm
When I wrote it it wasn't my intention for it to be funny, but then I read it again and it was. I guess I just went with it ;)
Anyway, glad you liked it!
Anyway, glad you liked it!
