please.


secretThat is us We We are the shippers,secret
The stealers, The shovelers, Always in secret
But they see, A lie is at hand I am the one
They must feed
It sounds like a burden
It makes me sick That is how they
Time when I will leave
I feel like a Object Not a person
How can others do that
Am I such a trouble
Why I have I tortured torture
Me Myself with these
Thoughts


for youFor youfor you
So as to spare your walls I’ll slit my wrist in the bath tub And let my life flow down the drain
So as to spare you the shame I’ll hang myself in my doorway Instead of off the pier
So as to spare you the cost of clean up I’ll not jump from the highest building in town The court house would cost a pretty penny to clean
So as to spare you the negative publicity I’ll over does
That s

I'll have a Manhattan,
please.
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I like turtles.
Wow!
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I like turtles.
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