Eat me, you will die.

You will not have a second

try. Only once, this time.

Neither yours or even mine.




Rich people need me, poor

people don't. Drinking me

isn't an option. I won't fulfil

your quench for thirst.




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.




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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