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Serial II
Chained, Pain, Rope around the body, Sodomy to me, Love is lost to me, cancer, no answers, the bane to me is rudimentary, Your drug complimentary. Plant a seed in me, that breeds hate, like a second rate serial killer with the passive traits of a rapists, complicate everything. No need, for me, I can breathe, with no aparatus in the dirt, painfully choked by a shirt, taking bleach so I can be perfect in his dreams. Im not the first, I hope the last, sign my cast, for im no longer pure in the body. But Fucked in the mind and the spirtual.
