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"Please"


Please wait.
Don’t bleed there on my shirt.
That’s what the towel is for!

Please stop.
Don’t crawl away.
Did I say I was finished?

Please hush.
My neighbors are sleeping.
I think they need their rest.

Please die.
You’re so weak.
Your life I must release.



"Jungle of Happiness"


The jungle's thick with thorns and vines.
Of twisted words, deceitful eyes.
An uncut path, which brings me fear,
yet happiness lies somewhere near.

And through the thickness, I can't see.
A sounding croak turns to a scream.
With rasping breathes, I start to run,
searching for the morning's sun.

But darkness is all that I sight
with failed attempts to find the light.
I lose my grip on what is real
and soon I don't know what I feel.

I never thought it'd be like this.
Like hopefulness, but with a twist.
Of self-respect and confidence.
I never thought I'd get to this.

With utter joy, I've found my bliss.
Like sealing life off with a kiss.