...
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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