I cut my wrist with a popsicle stick.
The sky is falling up instead of down.
What an odd thing that is.
I feel as if nobodys listening so I'll make them listen.
By saying these crazy things.
Like how my little purple bird flew around in the ocean today.
The sky is green. The grass is blue.
In this little world of mine.
No one sees it but me.
My world is wack and I'm three inches tall.
But I can touch the stars and collect them all.
In this world anything can talk.
So here in my world I am not alone.
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