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Nov 1
I feel the need to ****,
It's all about the thrill,

What, such things I would never do,
Who the hell are you!

Oh, I'm you and you are me,
Now I'm going on a killing spree,

We're both here and share control,
But you know... things take a toll

You're about to ruin my whole life,
Stop! Put away the knife!

No no no, my friend,
Let's see how much their bones can bend,

But if you would...,
That's not good,

I need to put an end to this!
But what are you gonna do, Miss?

I don't know...,
In the meantime I'll cut off this toe,

Just watch and plea,
I'll set you free,

No you will not,
If you could you'd let me rot,

Wait I'm no longer in chains,
From whom are these open veins?!

How many did you ******!
Oh I would go much further...
Would love any Feedback or critic
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