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I'm a potato Jun 2019
I've fallen down this hole
it lead to the large catacombs
In these depths of hell
were all the other monsters go
I'm a potato Jun 2019
No one knows
what happens in the mind of suicide,
fear, pain, anger,
it is very very clear.

Yet no one seems to care,
for the world will spin with humans living and loving.
Though with suicide mind it make you blind

Because people love you too
even it you don't want them to.
I'm a potato Apr 2019
If you tell them i'm not in the closet.
If you say i'm not under the bed.
If you tell them i'm not in the shadows
You'll eventually get me fed.
I'm a potato Apr 2019
roses are cruel
Blood is red
This poem is *****
look under your bed
I'm a potato Apr 2019
Just met a guy
*** he was so fit
Handsome, even
Never will I meet another like him

Caring
Emotional
Nice

And his name is the first letter of each line
I'm a potato Apr 2019
Roses are red
I love you like spaghetti
This poem does not rhyme
*Nyeh
I'm a potato Apr 2019
Can't inter,
No body's to be found

Dust falls through

the underground
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