you were sold from your first breath into the society of death a slave-trade of the finest kind we'll take your soul, we'll take your mind whatever you're weak enough to give is ours unless you choose to live
Well, I suppose I'll just be blunt about it: I'm really really weird. If the world was a pond full of ducks I'd be the one in the middle... you know, the little fluffy one with electric blue feathers sitting on a floaty eating rice. I'm just your (a)typical, sunshine-y kind of girl...
2 Comments:
Very morbid though it flows well. I really like the message inlaid in the poem it sounds rather professional.
Thankyouverymuch!
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