“The knife, it slices — just like butter
I tried to be a loving mother.” — littlemisssassy
“I can’t move, breathe, speak or hear and it’s so dark all day round.
I should have been cremated, and not buried in the ground.” —
“I just saw the children playing, admiring how high they have swung.
But others tell me they’re just swaying in the wind where they were hung.” — Alt_punch
“I was always told not to play with my food, as it is a blessing to eat.
However I’m one to tease my meals, and killing is always a treat.” — [deleted]
“Read this after the day is nigh.
And tonight you might possibly die.” — Hawkfrostofriverclan