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[suss_x_fett]

his gun &his mouth have a date on his birthday...

i don't know how much more time is left.
the day, for me, is a mystery.
there's just so much for me to get done.

but when does it need to be done by?
&will there be a bullet left for me?

AHHHHHHHH

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[anonymous]

Poor piece of the whole
Too weary to grow
Fill the theories with holes
It's easier not to know
Or not to care
Or not to dare to venture where
The fragile aren't spared
And all the strangers care
So wear your heart on your sleeve
And heave yourself from the eaves
Just the next nobody to fall victim to ease
But really, don't...please