I have made plans
Plans that can alter
But fundamentally can’t
Unless I falter
They are made for me
Not for you to like
Simply put they’re made
To unplug the dyke
To pull out the pin
The keeps me in here
And slip away
To the Blue Nowhere
One part is constant
It has no flaws
A hole will be made
So dark liquid flows
Numbers can change
Twenty seven or one
But when it is over
I’m gone with the fun
Unfortunate seeming
It is perfectly fine
I want my own way
To move down the line
So this is my plan
Be it later or soon
I’ll figure out the time
Of meeting my doom
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This whole write wrokked until the suicide note at the end. That is so sad, but a plan is a plan.
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