...

Knife.

Screams.

Ground.

Tears.

Cold.

Loud.

Pain.

Wound.

Blood.

Glass.

Ash.

Pass.


Bad things happen to the people you know

And you lose all the time

I still have no motivation, just write a random poet to get rid of thoughts

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