How To Die Comments
Dark clouds are smouldering into red
While down the craters morning burns.
The dying soldier shifts his head
To watch the glory that returns;
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This reminds me of the time my uncle came home drunk and started kissing me passionately while pounding my rump little buttocks in front of the television play Shrek 2: Fiona The Ugly Whore
It reminds of when my mum tried to r*pe me but it wasn't cus I wanted it to happen
Pls help my daddy come back. Tell me your address and I'll give you some vbucks to help me look for him.
I read this poem the first time after hearing a platoon mate...a good firend...a fellow soldier...killed himself in his barracks room. What an amazing...horrible...painful...atrocious...wasteful...pointless death. Dont forget about us out here.
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7/20/2025 3:20:13 PM # 1.0.0
Touch my big Willy and I'll give you vbucks