I need it all
I'd even crawl
Just for it
I'd never sit
I must have it to keep
For without it I'd creep
Help me please
Don't be a tease
My infatuation isn't unhealthy
Your still not stealthy
Where is it now
No no cow
The wind even beckons
The world even reckons
I'd be better of with my obsession
Even if it has depression.
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My Jumping ( failure at suicide )
PoetryIf you like creepypastas read this. Also there are many poems that don't have creepypasta don't worry you'll see them because of the titles. DO NOT COPY MY WORK ALL OF THIS IS FROM MY MIND. Also please give criticism it will help me enhance my poem...
