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No one cares about when your around
          	But they will when your not.

e-error-error

@e-error-error 
          	  
          	  Holy crap was I cringy.
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DavidByrd9

@e-emp-t-tiness dont say that!
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e-error-error

The sickly voice that whispers
          Forgotten but not forgiven.
          "Who am I to you?"
          "What am I to you?"
          
          Threads maybe severed,
          But still they tighten 
          On the ugly sinners neck!
          So vigorous she fought.
          
          The threads sliced,
          The colors of Vermillion!
          Sprawled across the floor
          As her head rolled down the wooden board.