Ficly

a mildly terrifying poem i don't remember writing

and this is the part where
i fall
and this is the part where
i die
and this is the part where
i become
a martyr

if a lone gunman
were to walk into
this room right now
i would
sacrifice myself
even though
82% of the people
in this room
do not
deserve
to live
(by my standards,
anyway)

but then again,
i am the 82%

and if i were to die
that would decrease the toxicity level
of this room
by 9%
and that
is quite
a significant decrease

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