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May 2014
An ice cold heart,
Venom flowing through the veins,
Anonymous, Souless;  
the dark is disguised behind the face of the innocent,
And it possessess all who fall in its trap,
It lurks inside of us,  
Waiting for the perfect time to consume us.
And when it does…
Youre its puppet,  toy;
it owns your soul.
vague rememberance
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