„Make me a jelly sandwich, you idiot“
The man stuttered: „I‘m afraid I c- can‘t do that, Sir. We have neither jelly nor butter knives. This is a steak house.“

Fall -46
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400 Wörter vorgenommen

1.195 Tage seit deinem letzten Besuch, und trotzdem hat dir immer noch niemand beigebracht anzuklopfen.
Wie kann ich dir helfen, Liebes?

Humans fade.
Angels rise.
Demons fall.

Tell me, which one does your Soul desire?

If you read this, know that I’m dead,
killed by my past
&
burned by my sins

But don’t cry, be happy, like I was, dying with your name my lips.

PandemieDerMasken

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