It's repeating all over again, like a tape of replay. Life once seemed enjoyable but now I don't want to stay.
The winter covers the ground, the snow growing the thick. Soon the sunshine drowns and all that are left are tricks. People say they can help, but can you trust that sneaky fox? What if they press pause on the tape, and you fall... you drop.
Wouldn't you be happy alone? All alone, no friends, no fear. No one to bother you, you'd be happy... that's what you wanted.... you wanted to be alone, but now with the knife in your hand you can't help but rethink your choices.
The winter seems so cold, too freezing to die inside. Maybe a hand would help you out? But no, it's too late. You've already died.
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poems/qoutes/thoughts
Poetry(made the cover myself) do I look like I fucking know what's going on!? But fr tho grab some popcorn this shit good
