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.
Anything green helps
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He'd started off in Wichita at age 14. Stole his father's van and ran away.
Got in some trouble, and had to run away some more. Is he still running?
No,...
1 day ago