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Maybe this time tell MC
Watch out for the knife
Omaewa mo. Shinderu
Yet there's no end of strife
Another stabs herself with no control
You reap what you sow
Neck snaps through years of abuse
Yet it's the president with misuse
Finally she confesses her love
Visually appealing as a dove
Yet inside lies loneliness and despair
Three girls, knife, snap, and kicked chair
Three of four beauties gone with one left
The player sees what lies in the rift
President with the power and strings
In the end, the president sings
Left alone once again with nowhere to go
It comes back to bite you, you reap what you sow.
That's my DDLC poem