Braden's Poetry

It'll beat you
It'll rape you
It'll rot your fucking mind
You'll love it
You'll hate it
It'll rob your morals blind

It'll hug you
It'll kill you
It'll be your closest friend
You'll use it
You'll abuse it
It'll be there in the end

It'll fuck you
It'll kill you
It'll grip your empty soul
You'll beg for it
You'll hide from it
It'll always have full control

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