N̢͙̣̒̔̀o̺͉͛͞b̵̢̺̜̒o̫̓d̷͇̿͝y̷̳̅̕ ͈̓̔w̵̙̅̇͡ő̸̢̞̰͊u̔ͫ́͏lͥͧdͣ̚ ͍̈̉c̘̅̃͏ă͔̩̊͘re̷͈̜͐̽ ̴̡̰į͕f̪ͧ̀ ̷̗̔͝ỳ̞̥͜ö͆͟u̶̹̎͝ͅ ̲̩͟d̴̦̉͟iͯe̶̠ͩ̈́d̊ͣ͘.̛̗̃ͬͅ
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PoetryYou. Bulletproof in black like a funeral. You won't be bulletproof much longer. Trust me.
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N̢͙̣̒̔̀o̺͉͛͞b̵̢̺̜̒o̫̓d̷͇̿͝y̷̳̅̕ ͈̓̔w̵̙̅̇͡ő̸̢̞̰͊u̔ͫ́͏lͥͧdͣ̚ ͍̈̉c̘̅̃͏ă͔̩̊͘re̷͈̜͐̽ ̴̡̰į͕f̪ͧ̀ ̷̗̔͝ỳ̞̥͜ö͆͟u̶̹̎͝ͅ ̲̩͟d̴̦̉͟iͯe̶̠ͩ̈́d̊ͣ͘.̛̗̃ͬͅ
