Poetry
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WpMetadataReadComplete Wed, Dec 9, 2015<5 mins
If I don't write deep, metaphorical shit once a month, I go bat-shit crazy. It's like if John Green and a werewolf merged and bit me. So take this poem I pounded out at midnight to protect my sanity. UPDATE: oh god. I updated this. why. what am i doing. help. i hate everything.
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Fearless

Shit. I hopped on my bike and I started it and I drove off. As I was zooming down the street I saw a wolf in the middle of the road I was going to fast I pressed on my breaks but I wasn't going to stop in time so I swerved off the road. I moved the bike off of me, the wolf slowly came up to me. I thought I was going to die, but I didn't instead it bit my side I screams once it's teeth synced through my skin. What was worse then it stopped I felt his teeth slowly pull out he then ran off I cried in pain I heard my phone go off but I couldn't move nor answer everything was blurred I saw figures through my helmet. I heard cars stopped I saw someone standing over me. He lifted me to sit up but I screamed and cried in pain. He looked at my side and saw the bit then everything went black.

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