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Monster


Slowly you kill yourself, turning into something else. I can't save you. I never could. I laugh bitterly, knowing there's nothing I can do. I watch as you shred others into bits of papery flesh. I turn away as I hear your roars. They slowly fade away. There is nothing. Then my body burn with red hot heat. My torso spasms, growing slowly, inch by inch. Bones are cracking as my body twists. My vocal chords stretch and your voice leaves my mouth. My body contorts into a familiar shape. The cycle continues, as I become you. The monster that I always knew.
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