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Jan 2018
You cunning beast, you slippery ****, how dare you trick me and pull me down into this rut.

You occupy my mind and devour my soul, you empower my dark side and shake off my good will.

I hate you, I fear you, yet I have to be near you

C’mon then let’s do this. I’d hate for you to confuse this. Grip my heart and pull it out.

*******..

I have no doubt of that I’m sure, heck I’ve said it before ******* GET OUT..

I surrender my will, take it it’s yours.
In a fit of mental anguish. On the surface I am calm but inside I’m gone...
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MJS  37/M
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