Isa, my Reaper
They say everyone has a reaper. The further away it is, the longer you have left to live. Every day it inches a bit closer, but it is always there. Except yours, which disappeared three weeks ago.
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Random poems
Whenever I feel the need to poem it out you get some rad poems. some depressed, happy, stressed, you know every other emotion there is, sometimes it's more than once.
