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A random poem I wrote. I wasn't exactly in the best of moods.
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A curdled blackness in my stomach An ache and a hurt familiar to my heart It spirals out to claim me in a living death A scream catches itself in my throat Panic boils inside of me, seeking release Intolerable anger is hidden but must be satisfied My fingers crawl towards the glinting metal of sanctuary Mine. All mine My silver savior glides in a wake of crimson I recognize this as my true self My security What can I be if not my true self? Nothing. The answer is nothing. I am a monster worth killing.
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