Burning Literature for the Cold IlliterateA Poem by Not hereI lost my life, can I have yours? The world's gone dark; open some doors. If all that's right is wrong, we're screwed. No wonder we're all in bad moods. I'll never be quite who I see,and what I wish I'll never be. The mirror is now my enemy, so be for me my remedy. Sometimes we all feel so insane, we start to shake our very brain. Our flesh and bones will rot away, but I'll have you so anyway... Let's move along, write a new song, pretend that all that's right is wrong. And when I cry, don't let me die, we'll always find the silver sky. So run with me, let's find a path and witness all the aftermath. Human destruction is the game, and we're all losing just the same. In the end, we'll entertain all those drowning in man-made rain. So let's pretend that in the end, we'll all just happily transcend. I lost my life, can I have yours? My world is bright; let's slam some doors. Can we pretend that we are all the saints to whom we all still call?
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