Another poem, woo~!
Thunder rolls and lightening cracks,
Cold tears pour from a broken girl’s eyes.
Can she make good her escape?
Rain pours and wind howls,
Will she want to in the end?
It doesn’t matter anymore, she says.
Never knowing the truth.
A frigid cold grabs her heart.
Can she do what she feels she must?
She’s only making good her escape.
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Cold tears pour from a broken girl’s eyes.
Can she make good her escape?
Rain pours and wind howls,
Will she want to in the end?
It doesn’t matter anymore, she says.
Never knowing the truth.
A frigid cold grabs her heart.
Can she do what she feels she must?
She’s only making good her escape.
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But, on a serious note, you do know that if you ever killed yourself I would have to kick your corpse?
>C
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I kinda think my corpse would mind.
Just a little bit. *holds fingers a millimeter apart*
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