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Sore eyes and headpains

many bruises and heartaches

not worth the time

and not a friend to find



So I ran away to the emotional dark

ended up in a lit freaky park

Slides were draining blood

monkey bars, actually arms, were broken

heart shaped carousel blistered with organs

swings swinging slowly withheld by veins

The dirt seemed to be in agonizing pain

Screamin, crying with every step on the ground

the sky, chambered, pulsating like a heart all around.