MyLast Words Poems

A gift box full of memories, wrapped up in a bow
Is what she gave me, they can't be given away

Memories burnt into my mind
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I'm worried I may be paranoid
I'm fearful I've turned too fearful
I'm worried I'm worrying too much
Have I gone a little nuts?
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Chemically surged veins;
My master assumes control;
I'm all too willing
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I want to talk about a religion
It's sprouting up everywhere

'Tis a vlie little set of rules and beliefs
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No pride
No win
No love
No loss
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The cold rusty edges of this blade hardly penetrated skin
Yet they would dig so deep right into my heart

I was shocked by the resilience of the human body
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