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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
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.
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