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Scream into the void and receive no answer is what he sometimes did;
He had friends and fans, but nowadays hardly anyone messaged Kid.
Sure, he was mysterious and occasionally cold,
But the lack of communication was getting old.
KC just wanted someone to talk to,
But there were just no messages coming through.
So the snakeboarder sat and waited and scrolled;
“They’re probably jussst busy…” to himself he told.
But the silence felt wrong, as if it were his fault, somehow;
He wished someone would just talk to him NOW!
Even if, for attention, he faked ARMS Psychosis,
He knew he’d still be stuck in his newfound loneliness.
No messages had come, and the day was through;
Kid Cobra had spent all this time with absolutely no one to talk to.