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The devil's presents: part 1
It was cold, til somethinq came over me- didnt know where to qo, or what was wronq wit me- somethin crept up my arms, from my finqer tips- slowly, up til it reached my lips- to anybody who spoke, FUCK IT! is all I responded- meanwhile it creeps down to my other arm- it reached down to feet down into my toes- I dont know how to describe the feelin, but here it qoes- I could move my head, but my body was froze- my hands on the sink movin, but I wasnt movin em! when I looked in the mirror, there were two of them- hands, one hand looked different from the other- within me, somethin was movin around- turnin around makin sounds, twitchin up n down- so when I came to the least bit of my mind, I thouqht, what could this be- I wasn't sure, but it wasnt part of me-
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