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Oct 2020
succubus.
******* the life out of my own body.  
who do I turn to when I’m all gone?
im living in a body that rejects my own existence.
no friends, no family.
NO ONE.
wasting away as life passes by.
sleep is the only place I am free.
creating my own narrative.
at dawn, im back to being a lost soul.
Written by
Kristina Monteith
42
   Carrie Crusoe
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