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Tuehh! I spit out, the stench trying to envelop me My eyes watery as I peak at the souls of people The irony is, I see none No souls, empty, gaping holes stare back at me I would have wondered if they did have Tueh!
Now I know he knows He did this to me Now I can’t let go Because my demons have come to play And they say Die! So I die! Physically this time.