Cut
No one knew it would be like this, forests on fire, crashing cars, the social cyst.
No one imagined what would be, ozone holes, weather gone wild and dying trees.
Life makes me feel what it wants to, I know I must heal, its what its come to.
Get out my knife and cut around my edges, releasing me from these pages,
transending time's ages, propelled into the unknown, that which is my
home.
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