UnknownA Poem by Celtore
I feel sick;
I have gotten more paranoid over the weekend. I think I am going to die soon. I am on deaths list. I can feel it and it scares me. I think I am going crazy. I am seeing things more vividly then before. I see what hides in the shadows. I know what hunts my. Death is waiting to strike. Who is death? I love you! Don’t scare me! © 2010 Celtore |
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Added on March 3, 2010 Last Updated on March 3, 2010 |
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