ShinigamiSan
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Dark is the night that smothers me like a heavy, spiteful cloud. I very much wish that I could be a man with his head held proud. Knife jabs to the heart have left me bleeding on the floor. Punches thrown, and an arrow to the knee yet I will always beg for more for I crave the knife even as it hurts through struggle, and in strife. It has my heart to be quite curt, I never want us to be apart. I love my knife I love it so I don't know if I ever could truly let it go.
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@ShinigamiSan πŸ‘πŸ‘
@CreeTheOtaku Thank you. I only make poetry when I have something deep I need to share.
this is truly deep @ShinigamiSan
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@ChloeMesa11 Thank you.
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