Lamentations of an Article for Deletion

I thought I was good,

But now I must cry,

Here in the dark vaults

of Creepypasta Wik-i.

My writer loved me,

nurtured me,

and more,

but I guess I'm just destined

for the cutting room floor.

Some day they'll learn

to accept my writer's beauty,

otherwise their hearts

shall be o'ercame with blind malignancy.

Oh please say it!

You'll cry everytime

Or you'll become the victim

of a chain letter crime.

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