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Black like ink, slimy gooey terror Marking trails across the floor. A dash across the concrete leaving panic in your wake. My minds like putty, adjusting to your story youve all but written into reality. Pills slide down my throat To force you away But you come back Everytime With a feeling of vegence. I cant help But to submit to your presence Cowering in the dimension you reside My heart melts to the floor, scattered feelings in the shadows in the walls. Uncertainty in my mind Choking me silent

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