Quiet, shy, get drawn in Little voice gets you to sin. Come on, it won't hurt Look at you now, labeled a flirt. Now you've got HIV "Everyone stay away from me." Only two months before this life is through Death becomes you.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem to express that sin, doing wrong can sometimes kill.
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