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Jun 2017
Sometimes you just feel so
zombie esque it hurts to breathe.
The twitches
of a witch's
evil eye.

Mirages,
of a former ghost.
My personalities paid host.
Posessions, demonic in blood relations.
I'm lost, in my own sea.
Dead like the one before me.
Sacrelicious
Written by
Sacrelicious  31/M/Hell
(31/M/Hell)   
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