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The Grim Reaper

The grim reaper eyes glow as the god you pray to. Fear tickles my feet as I sink into his arms. I feel at home. The Scythe sings a song of demise, so now I open my mouth and close my eyes. The imagery has appeared, a dark cloud of saddness is here. My eyes cry black liquid as my mouth cries for help. I've left without knowing, as my life is without help. The sound of piercing flesh in the abyss, I came here so I wouldn't be missed.

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Date: 4/10/2025 1:00:00 PM
Some choices ya just can't take back. I hear he likes his coffee black
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Autumn Scruggs
Date: 4/12/2025 8:36:00 AM
Thank you for your comment, yes this is true be careful in life we only get one shot

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