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.
"AOC. What's that?"
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Two guys, one covered in tatts, talked loudly next to the tourist vans they
drive, while their tourists were at the temple. Something about taxes, then
"n...
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