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A short poem
When the world is over.
A captured moment, kodak flash
Smile for the camera, but just don't be so fake.
Development, poisionus acid
Spill this all over the floor.
Place the film inside the slot, turn the knob
Watch as a smoother focus on life goes by.
You really should wake up and smell the fumes.
This place is so empty... really now.
I haven't had a decent nights sleep in days.
The nurse saw my cuts today as she took my vitals.
My heart is broken. It's trying to break away from me.
I was in fourth period and my chest started hurting again and I couldn't breathe. Then after 30 minutes I realized that I needed to get some help.
The nurse couldn't figure out what was wrong though.
Figures.
I just want my life back.