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Jan 22
I did not ask to be this
This hideous creature of crimson soaked skin and snarling voices
But this prison of flesh is the only gift you ever gave me
So I will stretch this skin until I fill every crevice and crack
And I will wear it until you regret that you created it.
You made me a creature to be feared.
So fear me.
-prefect little creation
Twisted Poet
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Twisted Poet  16/F/New Zealand
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     Immortality, rick, Nemusa and THE LONER
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