Hey, it's me again with another suicide poem this is for Tala and you know that I don't own Beyblade.
Every day I,
Slip some more,
Loss someone new,
And another part of me.
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I know that all too soon,
I will have slipped as far as possible,
Lost everyone, I've ever known,
And some I never got to,
And will have lost all of me.
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And why do I wait for that day,
When there is nothing left,
If everything's almost already gone.
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So why wait?
With a few adjustments,
And a silent good-bey,
To the few I have left,
Before the last sound I hear is,
The bang from my last and first possession.
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So how was it?