(Pre-Script: This poem is meant to be read as the song, "Keep Breathing," #24 on the playlist, plays in the background. Go down to the playlist, click on that song, then come back and resume reading. I'll wait...) (...still waiting...)
Let's face it
(or don't face it, if that's easier)
no one wants the cure
we all just want the leprosy.
No one wants to wake up,
we all just want to dream through it
and believe that we're happy,
smiling as our fingers bleed and our flesh
is eaten away
one nasty gash at a time.
-XOXO,
(or don't face it, if that's easier)
no one wants the cure
we all just want the leprosy.
No one wants to wake up,
we all just want to dream through it
and believe that we're happy,
smiling as our fingers bleed and our flesh
is eaten away
one nasty gash at a time.
-XOXO,
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