Consumed
You sit there for months undetected
Consuming every part of me
You grow larger as the days progress
I get weaker
Fatigued and tired
I look in the mirror at a worn out reflection
I wonder went wrong
Never suspecting it was you
Making your mark forever on my neck
You latch on
Your grip is so tight
I try so hard to break free
It is a memory they can't keep from me
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