Personal Poem
Every day I become more like me.
I’m about to be killed, right?
damaged persons never forgive(n) - ?
More on this theme later.
Your money will run out before
your life, making suicide
unnecessary. In the mean time,
don’t touch me I’m radioactive
with a half-ass life
60 million years.
Corruption and conspiracy for the win
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2.
"It's all a fake," says S at the guard shack. "He's alive and living in
Israel." "But those women," I say, "their lives were completely messed up,
deca...
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