If my pulse stops,
I'm sorry I'm a quitter.
All I've ever tried to be,
Was a winner.
But now the ice you're standing on is getting thinner.
And I want a taste of death for dinner.
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Life Straight Through The Eyes
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING: this story contains sad and depressing topics that may be disturbing and/or triggering to some audiences. read at ur own risk xx ;( "I'm not mad that I was ever born, I'm mad that I want to die. And that makes me want to die even mo...
😷Dinner😭
If my pulse stops,
I'm sorry I'm a quitter.
All I've ever tried to be,
Was a winner.
But now the ice you're standing on is getting thinner.
And I want a taste of death for dinner.
