this is a poem about how doki doki literature is like all the deaths of Sayori Monika Natsuki and Yuri.

Hey guys! Green Tea the weirdo girl that's in love with a flower here! Just wanted to point something out before we begin into the story. First of all, this is based off of an actual game called "doki doki literature club" as seen by the title. Give in mind that this is a brand new game that might've came out last november or december. so there WILL be some spoilers. If you haven't played the game YET, i suggest you do so. Or don't if you're under the age of 13+. We'll get into that later. Another thing is that this is based off of an rp about the same thing that i did with a friend of mine. So a few things might be a lil' bit different, but some might just be the same. But you might have to get over it and think it's really normal. And finally, as cute as it looks from the begining, this game is not ment for the fate of the heart of people who are easily distrubed or kids under the age of 13 and/or up. If you are one of these people, i suggest you immediately click off the story this instant!!! If that's all to say, thanks for listening! Now, this is your final warning. Click off the doc if you're too young to hear these kinds of things. Alright, please enjoy!

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