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Nov 2018
Your screams of help
Gets lost in the depths
As the waves of the murky water come crashing in
You tried to hurt me
And a congratulations is in order
Because it actually worked
But now it’s your turn
I hope your lungs feel like they’re in flames, as you struggle to breath
I don’t know if I’m maniacal
Or just an evil genius
Leaving all of your limbs but one free
Your sins are what bound you here
I just brought the rope
I don’t want you to die
But the water is already passed your throat
Still I walk away
With no shame
Wondering how will you go
Will it be from the high tide
Or the weight of your own ego
That made you think
You could toy with me
And keep living freely
Written by
devante moore  24/M
(24/M)   
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       ---, Boi and devante moore
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