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Here it is


Here it comes again

drowning me

swallowing me whole

 

Here it comes again

that wretched beast

pulling me in

with its sharp claws

and horrible breath

 

Here it comes again 

and here I am disarmed

completely vulnerable and raw

Too human

and the shell of a human I am

 

Here it comes, gnawing at my shell

like I have anything left

like I left some meat to chew

and I wonder what will be left of me 

 

what will be left of me

when the shell is no more

and I collapse

into nothing

 

Here it is, almost done with me

and here I am

at least for now, here I am

 

Here it is 

 

Here it is 

 

and Here I am

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