once again, i plead to her to let me take a piece to tease the tender, taut and fragile and entice a release. be she was stubborn and oh so wise and wouldn't let me through, she saw my plot, my planned demise she knows all i plan to do. but i can talk to her, you see she is a piece inside of me inside but all the brighter than myself i have no place to hide. i cringe and cry and burn all over my innards scream for free to relenquish all this crushing pain to get away from me. but sometimes vengeful she can be manipulative and mean she can hurt me more than you though docile she seems. but no one ever sees her she hides beneath my soil of lies and fears and hateful deeds of anguish and turmoil. she mulls the thoughts of rape and crime of blood and wretched gore she hides beneath my soft, pink flesh and denies me any more. She holds the memories of the scars the past results of lunacy she hides the truth from all of them and deals her own indecency. she's a part of me i can't deny a piece i can't let go sometimes i bruise her ugly face and hope that it won't show. but she is so decieving she once had me believing that she was no more than fiction and do you find it intriguing that i would be entreating a little bit of free will from this monster- -my addiction
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