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In this place
I'm running
From a monster
But nothing
Comes out
Every time
I turn around
She's closer
But she's not moving
It's like
I'm walking
She catches up
And realeses her fangs
Into me
Peircing my skin
I scream in silence
As this creature
Drains me
Changes me
Shapes me
Into a monster
I'm still me
But yet
I'm not
Not in
This place

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