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Aug 2020
I feel it beneath my skin,
Wearing me paper thin.
Vibrations stronger than
The normal laws of man,
I can’t conceive
What I’m meant to be,
I feel I’m to believe
That I’m now a monster.

Feeding off ample life
Living through thinning strife,
Why not burn me in the square?
After all,
Monsters don’t play fair.
FluorescentShadow
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FluorescentShadow  18/M/Does it matter?
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