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Choker

Now that you hate me I only get to write about how wrong and proud I was and how I am no different from anyone else. No magic, just a dust. I don't get to say my sorrows. Not even a few words of appreciation, longing, or dreams. You are so full that my head is about to burst. I hope you choke on my screaming blood.

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