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Jun 2020
Dressed in black
Cant move
May I ask who picked these
These shoes?
Hellohwoesme
Little help please?
Anyone H E A R ME
OH. OK IGNORE ME
Really?
Seriously?
ignoramasus !
Im uncomfortable
All my chances for anything
..............gone
I never really fit in
My last dawn
Will someone please pick up some of these clues
The sun is glistening
Im not feeling old
The cold dew insisting on
Liquidating everything
With blades made of grass
Atacking everything that happens upon this lawn
Youre not sad that im gone
Clearly i see you
Looming over my casket
Comicaly tilting youre head
Looking at my corpse as if you want to ask it
Oh dear what happend to you .
As if you dont have a clue
As if i dont know who
Killed me in the light house with a pipe wrench
It wasnt the butler
IT WAS YOU
and by the end of the game the whole party knew
Delton Peele
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