Clown πͺ
Gambling with his decay but what can i say? The mud he was in even God could reach in I rhymed once again and begged you to stay He's deceived by his evilness vice, just let me in You fool can't you see it through? I am nothing like you Does my misery amuse you?So pull the trigger I'm baking dreams but it's covered up with blue Eaten souls as you scroll through an ego persue I'm not dead, like you pretend me to be I'm aware but not wisely prepared, i saw her I have seen your vice you mirrored it in me Pledged for his kindness but my insight blur I'm not built with characters you prayed for Too late for being kind, take the pity for your next clown. @Nathy_2362
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