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Daphne Mar 11
High above the prison cell
I started to itch, I started to smell

A loud cry broke out in the darkening sky
We were desperate
Desperate to die

To be rotting in soil is better
Than to be stuck in here forever
Daphne Mar 11
The night is young
The night is dark

Fun is lacking
At the amusement park

It's not even winter
but cold enough to shiver

Shiver from height
Shiver from fright

A drop too high
One leap to die

So I'm sending you an invite
8PM tonight

Don't fear, don't tear
Clutch your heart
And take part
Tonight at the amusement park
First published poem in here. I hope this is not too much enough to scare you guys off. lol

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