So Far. So Good, Now What?
I'm helpless to remove this Seed
It's ugly. . It grows fast.
I'm under his Control
He implanted this ugly Seed inside me.
He is my Master
Now I'm a Thorn.
What can I do?
I can't control myself and my desires.
Part of me likes it and parts of me doesn't
Late at night, when I'm all alone
I know I should change
IM ON THE ROAD OF DESTRUCTION
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