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Sep 2016
The green monster crawls up my back,
Worms its way into my brain
Until my thoughts are no longer mine
Infection corrupts every perception,
Polluting my mind
With lies
And illusions of justification.
I am wrong,
But I will not stop.
I am not allowed to stop.
I am at the mercy of the monster,
The relentless clutch of envy.
Sawyer Rhiannon
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Sawyer Rhiannon  17/Gender Fluid
(17/Gender Fluid)   
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