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Crimson Love

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Crimson Insane


Crimson Love,
who can this be,
Not I,
not you,
nor anybody,

look to crimson so enviously,
smile and grin,
look what you could have been,
Look at crimson now
what do you see?

Falling apart,
a crimson mind shackled yet free,
I'm losing it..... realities touch,
I'm going insane, this life is to much,
Forget all this... but memories remain,
I laugh at the humor, that is crimson insane.

Submitted: Friday, October 14, 2011
Edited: Saturday, October 15, 2011
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  • Jacqui Broad (10/15/2011 12:34:00 AM)

    Welcome to your own mental institution! I've been locked up longer than you, but don't worry, laughter is the best medicine! (Report) Reply

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