Eat me, you will die.
You will not have a second
try. Only once, this time.
Neither yours or even mine.
Nothing.
Rich people need me, poor
people don't. Drinking me
isn't an option. I won't fulfil
your quench for thirst.
Nothing.
I'll never be seen in the
light of day. But spreading
me will make it all go away.
Give me a chance, I am.
Nothing.
Goodbye world, I have no
use here. Only dreaded looks
and some of them are just pure
fear. I won't show my face.
I'm Nothing.
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