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Kid.

You are not a Kid.

Anything but

 

but once you were,

to me...at least.

 

Before I knew

knew the truth.

the meaning.

the being

 

being that you became.

that I created.

 

but I never knew your being.

just mine.

the one I created.

the one which adores my mind and haunts my hopes and dreams

 

me,

it haunts me.

you haunt me.

I haunt me.

 

My Frankenstein devours me.

It is not fit for me. Yet it is me.

In me.

My soul

My body

My mind.

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