when boredom strikes flee for freedom,
if deceased comes dont betray um,
find the real you in me,
as soon as they start to see.
Before it leaves take it with you,
dont think to run because they will find you,
with all the fun inside,
get away before it strangles you alive.
Open your mind and start to revive your life,
think about all the good things in your past life,
dont ever forget the real you,
because once your gone your going to be just like them too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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