I dont know what this is called but it's like a poem:
In the darkness we are waiting, playing. Plotting our revenge aganst mortle.
When they are screaming rape and suicide..we are to blame. Why us...Why us? The people of my kind are wondering wat should we all do? In my descriet, i answer with the weakness of a horse...run...away is my answer. The only one ive had for years.... stare
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I just wanna bring you down so gently!!!!in the worst way!!!!!
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