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Aug 2016
Feed me, feed me
feed me, feed me
I am bigger than you,
You know that is true,
I'll toment until you're through
saving won't come so easy,
saving will become impossible
You are hungry and
the only thing that can satisfy is me,
die or die sweet,
I'll be the sore
in your tummy tomorrow morning,
I love making you cry,
I love to watch you wonder why
And I have news for you,
You'll live as my slave,
metaphorically, you're my *****,
**I'm what you've been thirsting for.
Because sometimes the voice in your head is too scary and needs to be let out.
Crimsyy
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Crimsyy  17/F/In my mind
(17/F/In my mind)   
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