I was under pressure when you suddenly pushed me to the edge, filled me with black ink to the brim, and slashed my throat with your sword tainted with poison that it became the death of me.
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Diary of an Introvert
PoetrySecond book of the The Dorks Are Shining. A poetry and some random thoughts filed to create a meaningful reflection of what society really is and how does life work.
BRIM
I was under pressure when you suddenly pushed me to the edge, filled me with black ink to the brim, and slashed my throat with your sword tainted with poison that it became the death of me.
