human error i.
I never thought that
I’d be buried
next to
my enemies.
They have a habit
of making the ground cold
and nobody gives blankets
to corpses.
I guess I’m out of luck.
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glitch
PoésieI am a monster. Everybody knows it, but they're too afraid to say it out loud. My body's made of static and dead skin cells, and I don't know if knowing that i'm a failure is what makes me sad or if it's the fact that everyone else knows i'm a failu...
