I'm afraid of the day I can no longer play mafia.
I'm afraid of the day I can no longer bleed.
I'm afraid of the day I am no longer welcome hereia.
At that point, I would be dead indeed.
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I'm afraid of the day I can no longer play mafia.
I'm afraid of the day I can no longer bleed.
I'm afraid of the day I am no longer welcome hereia.
At that point, I would be dead indeed.
Shit no takers for this slam poetry session?
I thought others would be here - WITHOUT A QUESTION.
One could be true,
Of not for Lies.
Thou must not see thought the curtain.
Central blue.
There Must Be Always A End
You faked yourself as a mod
You ruined Gastric's mood
Why would anyone care about you, dood?
You have no use for us to greater good.
An end is known as soon as there is a beginning.
"A Truthful Witch"
A blinding slash!
cuts my throat.
A short trial.
A noble cause?
A hidden enemy.
Not a simple: faux pas.
I look over there
where my friends no longer care
Little; Bickering; Measles.
"This life, please spare."
I said.
Ah it is no use,
my blooding is already trickling.
Clutching my throat, I whisper a curse.
I have erased my last will.
Snicker.
I must
per-ish
She was town.