You feel a demon inside of you,
Ripping at you.
It knows you're doing wrong.
Indulging.
You push away thoughts of yourself,
Trembling in the night.
You need it.
You need it.
You need it.
The thought skips,
A broken record in your head, reminding you.
You need it.
The man is here,
A cold sweat breaks across your forehead.
Anticipation.
It's in your grubby hands.
You give the what he...
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