MexicanPonchos
In stealth, my mind goes blank. Memories of emptiness hunt me. Emptiness. Emptiness.
When we went bowling, he didn't pick up a ball. He simply swayed his hands and all the pins fell in awe.
"I believe that is checkmate" He whispered, his voice cold. He puffed his cheeks with air and let it out. I sullenly watched his knight take out my king without him touching it.
Down to the burrow, we follow the reaper of death.
Down to the burrow, we follow the rabid rabbit.
"Did you use me to get leverage? All of this! Us Maggie, us. Was that just part of your plan" The silence rang around the room after I took my last breath.
We held onto the branch like it was our last hope.
Anchor, anchor, anchor. All you do is drag me down.
It was a lie. It was all a lie when they told us about the welfare state. Why am I still here? Why I'm I still poor?
The trench protected us from death. The funny thing is that we still see death staring us right in the face as we take the steps that those who got away from the trench.
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