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.
"You only give me your funny papers"
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The man in his 60s had been talking to people at the United gate; he was
clearly a man who liked to converse. We sat next to each other in row 28. A
v...
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