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you monster.

You sick, possessed, uncontrollable mutant,
You slither through my mind with such slick movement.
You make me shiver, shake, and quiver,
As you proceed to cut me like a pair of scissors.
You crawl through the dark and make my body buzz,
As I try to act like everyone else does.

I excuse myself and leave the room,
As you face me with the rest of my doom.
Blackness crowds the unspoken space,
As I fall directly on my face.
My fingers tingle, and my eyes roll back,
Every sense I had, I now seem to lack.

The tears burn my stinging eyes,
As I try to make you compromise.
The door flings open and I try to flee,
Holding my own and shuffling my feet.
Please, you, go find someone else to sponsor,
You sick, possessed, uncontrollable monster.





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