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With pointed fangs it sits in wait, With piercing force it doles out fate, Over bloodless victims proclaiming its might, Eternally joining in a single bite What is it?
Why do we always feel like we canβt live without our phone, almost to the point that it seems as if it is a part of our very cells themselves?
What does a rain cloud wear under their raincoat?
These suck.
Whats the true definition of bravery?
I can only be played on a windy day