A story
Oh look
My wrist is on display
Look at all the pretty lines
They make a little face
They tell a little story
If you can read them right
They tell you of the horror
Of a hundred lonely nights
They tell you of forgiveness
And of cold betrayal too
In fact there's a small chapter
That tells of my life with you
It's morbid and depressing
It ends with hurt and pain
But then it tells how I got up
And danced in all the rain
This story is not much to tell
Not critically acclaimed
About a tired worn out boy
Who tried to break his veins
He never quite succeeded
But now he's going to fly
He'll soar among the clouds and live
To make the poet cry
He's seen the breaking point of life
He'll go there not again
He'll show the whole world how to dream
And paint a happy end
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