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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
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Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 12:47 PM UTC
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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
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22/F/VA, U.S.A
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 12:47 PM UTC
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