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same result
I try holding his hand,
To comfort.
Now is not the time,
For murder
You dumbass,
The crown
Is a pleading-for,
Not a guarantee of succession.
And I rape the willing
To breed confusion;
Yes or No,
The scars still appear.
The base do it
To create pain.
I do it
To experience
Happiness for once.
At this point,
The chicken with
Her head off
Is just begging
For what she had.
Give it back,
Or not,
The result is the same.
