I wonder what is in my fate,

Perhaps a date,

I cannot be late!

But perhaps a scarlet blur is in the crystal ball,

I can't see anything clearly at all,

So here goes my giant fall!

When did I become so low,

I'm slowly turning into Satan's ho,

Twenty-five demons in a row!

I had to run away from my problems and issues,

Having a date every night with the tissues,

I ran away without my socks and shoes!

I decide to end it all by not going back,

I cut my throat and my sight goes black,

I am permanately hitting the sack!

My fate knew what would become of me,

It knew all alone that I would set myself free,

I killed myself and that's how this poem came to be!

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