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Feb 9
I cannot run.
I cannot hide.
They haunt me like ghosts,
those monsters inside.
They cut like steel,
burn like fire.
I wish they weren't real.
My deepest desire.
Slicing deeper than you know,
always, always my greatest foe.
Written by
Lorrin  21/F
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