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Dec 2020
IT?
It clings to me
A fungus
It grows from my decay
and feeds on my body, and soul
It smothers me
and crawls down my throat
to embed itself in my lungs
I choke
I become carpeted in it
and eventually
I am no longer me
It can be anything and everything
Written by
Simone  22/F/VA, U.S.A
(22/F/VA, U.S.A)   
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