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You are not a Kid. Anything but but once you were, to me...at least. Before I knew knew the truth. the meaning. the being being that you became. that I created. but I never knew your being. just mine. the one I created. the one which adores my mind and haunts my hopes and dreams me, it haunts me. you haunt me. I haunt me. My Frankenstein devours me. It is not fit for me. Yet it is me. In me. My soul My body My mind.
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 6:25 PM UTC
Kid.
You are not a Kid. Anything but but once you were, to me...at least. Before I knew knew the truth. the meaning. the being being that you became. that I created. but I never knew your being. just mine. the one I created. the one which adores my mind and haunts my hopes and dreams me, it haunts me. you haunt me. I haunt me. My Frankenstein devours me. It is not fit for me. Yet it is me. In me. My soul My body My mind.
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 6:25 PM UTC
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