Hang up don't call
Maybe am a crawl
A mere pawn
Endings claimed plain
What's up son
Can u step between the sun
Sentence each syllable
Hannah Baker wasn't ill
Feel the taste
Ease on the paste
The unfortunate past
Frustrated and clicks last
Me breath is a beast
The mind goes east
Thinking of a breaking feast
Folding yourself a fist
I bite and death the gist
No hold up on dilemmas
I'd rather inflate to Mars
Bye you can call it less

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