poem 3~!
Life is monster and your heart is an imposter,broken apart from the depths of a doctor,
who’s arms open wide with a grin while you cry.
He’s evil inside but lonely in his eyes sympathize or end your life.
its true and his ways are indeed cruel
But there’s no other way hell eat away your brain.
Until your no longer sane,
then with a smile on his face hell as if your ok.
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