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Tue, 10/29/2019 - 11:05 -- priya02

Shivering when I see her pass

Cruel is her manner, harsh is her voice

All hide in fear, shh… don’t make a noise

Running out of time, I see her in the glass

Yelling as white hands reach out to possess me


Making my victim relish the pain

Over and over she tries to get away with fighting

Vast amounts of her blood growing

Into her own enemy: her brain

Each cell in her body is finally mine

Sacrificing her soul for him, he who will be mine

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