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Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
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Slowly walking,
across the sky,
fluffy clouds are
watching me die.
 
Slowly walking,
across the sky,
the only darkness
that makes you cry.
 
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that makes you smile.
 
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are watching me.
 
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sunny day.

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And please keep in mind that english isn’t my mother tounge, so don’t be too harsh.

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Metamorphosis

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I feel the soft grass underneath my fingertips. Staring into the universe I say to myself: “The trees will cry with you, when you slowly bleed out.”
The universe quietly repeats my words and the whispers painfully die in my ears.
“Now I know. I know what I have to do.” I say into nothingness.
I gently lay back and cry. My messy hair is tangled with blades of grass and my cheeks soaked with tears proudly wear muddy streaks.
I sorely sigh and warm air escapes my mouth, when I look at the world this way, the last time.
The trees came. They’re calmly tilting over my body and their shadows are already hiding my helpless vessel.

It is a very sunny day. The gleeful birds are chirping a soft song and the green leaves are rustling in the summery wind.
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Metamorphosis

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I feel the soft grass underneath my fingertips. Staring into the universe I say to myself: “The trees will cry with you, when you slowly bleed out.”
The universe quietly repeats my words and the whispers painfully die in my ears.
“Now I know. I know what I have to do.” I say into nothingness.
I gently lay back and cry. My messy hair is tangled with blades of grass and my cheeks soaked with tears proudly wear muddy streaks.
I sorely sigh and warm air escapes my mouth, when I look at the world this way, the last time.
The trees came. They’re calmly tilting over my body and their shadows are already hiding my helpless vessel.

It is a very sunny day. The gleeful birds are chirping a soft song and the green leaves are rustling in the summery wind.
I am not alive anymore. At least not the way I used to be.

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Metamorphosis

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I feel the soft grass underneath my fingertips. Staring into the universe I say to myself: “The trees will cry with you, when you slowly bleed out”
The universe quietly repeats my words and the whispers painfully die in my ears.
“Now I know. I know what I have to do.” I say into nothingness.
I gently lay back and cry. My messy hair is tangled with blades of grass and my cheeks soaked with tears proudly wear muddy streaks.
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The trees came. They’re calmly tilting over my body and their shadows already hiding my helpless vessel.

It is a very sunny day. The gleeful birds are chirping a soft song and the green leaves are rustling in the summery wind.
I am not alive anymore. At least not the way I used to be.

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The Cliff, Your Gun, my Thoughts and the Ocean

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I’m standing on a cliff.
With your gun in my hand.
The cold metal,
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against my palms,
against my mind.
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of your thoughts,
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when I was still alive.

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on the same exact spot
where I burried my life,
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