When you see the black, you see her.
If you see her, run.
Shes not any fun,
Sprint and cry, scream her name,
Its her who runs this game,
Her laughter drifts like cold dry leafs,
She dances in the dark, she'll never leave,
Shouldnt of crossed her path,
Now you'll suffer her wrath.

@HannaDraws did u like my poem?

ofcourse

i was really engrossed in the story

@pastel-algebralien

@HannaDraws Tysm :3

thaaaaaaaaaanks
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