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SELF MUTILATION


hold your breath,

it's not over yet,

so you try to get away

you try so hard to destroy the monster,

when you relize,

that demon,

is you...

 

as the clone creeps closer,

you feel your body getting colder,

yet its eyes are made of fire

you look behind,

and see a knife,

and your heart starts beating by the mile...

 

you take the knife,

hold it up to its neck,

but it smiles weakly at you,

"You dont have the guts,

the power,

the will,"

and you drop it,

to the ground...

 

Now, the clone haunts you,

everyday,

and you wish,

you took,

its life,

away...

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