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Stitches

Nicely
This evil is spreading
Precisely
The needle is threading

Left to my own devices
Give in to my vices �
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The price is �
My free will is bending �
A crisis
Upheaval, upended �
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My defiance capsizes
Compliance arises
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Unsightly
I'm feebly treading
Blindly �
Can't see where I'm heading �
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I'm reliant on voices
So dicey my choices �
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I'm likely �
To leave behind fretting �
Resigning
Far beyond regretting
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This enticing endeavor
Treacherous like icy weather �
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Yet my worries like a feather
Weighing light, apply no pressure �
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These visions from the nether
Stitches holding me together �
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Given to the fixation �
To the vivid elation
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While I wither with patience
Ponder different situations
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Bereft of my habitual
Infectious infatuation �
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With death and ritualistic �
Fanatic implications
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Illusory alumni �
My demons have graduated �
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Cursed and soulless �
My spirit finished evacuation
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For a while I thought �
That it was just on vacation �
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In denial, I sought �
Vile, lustful deviation �
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