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Fear Strikes Deeper than my Blade
Fear strikes deeper than the bladeDripping from the walls,All the wallsDown, down All the doors are openAnd they shut, shutMy voice is stuckA thick throat The color red has its own life,Just like green,Hissing Inflammatory confection I am afraidnessI was born to be sticky andDistressingI’m howling you Things have to be replaced by me,Put in…
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A letter to God
Dear God, We usually don’t talk a lot, not like this. But I have a question about something that I really don’t understand. My friend wants to die, you see. And I wonder, why did you make them like that? I get that you wanted to make a diverse world; I really do. I get…