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Fate
I wonder what is in my fate,
Perhaps a date,
I cannot be late!
But perhaps a scarlet blur is in the crystal ball,
I can't see anything clearly at all,
So here goes my giant fall!
When did I become so low,
I'm slowly turning into Satan's ho,
Twenty-five demons in a row!
I had to run away from my problems and issues,
Having a date every night with the tissues,
I ran away without my socks and shoes!
I decide to end it all by not going back,
I cut my throat and my sight goes black,
I am permanately hitting the sack!
My fate knew what would become of me,
It knew all alone that I would set myself free,
I killed myself and that's how this poem came to be!
