The Sickness
The sickness is spreading to everyone I feel likes it is a million to one Their hats have turned red, their hearts cold I am so afraid that the true story will never be told. Everyone I knew has been infected It is only gone when people end up dead Is that when this horror story will end? Or will we stop it before the world starts to bend Disclaimer: This is not good. I wrote it very quickly while busy. I'll fix it later :)
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