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Death
written by Tigress9207:02 AM 3/8/05| Death is a friend of mine and I work as the gaurdian of the recently deceased or as you can call me the angel of death. I spot the victiems and show the reaper then he does his thing and kills them. Don't under estamet me cause if you do i am near to kill you too. I kill for my friend when he is busy and when he is sick but I am still who i am. You say you know me but you don't so if you say it again you shall die. I am the reaper's friend. Now I say good-bye because he calls me to him but remember what i said because you could be next to die. |
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there's the reaper.
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