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The Possessive Nightmare
He stares at me, smile like plastic Ken.
He reminds me of my father, constantly pretending to be your best friend.
Like my old cat, Loki. Constantly meowing, never shutting the fuck up.
.And you can't get away.
They staring at you,
eyes possessing your soul.
And you better run out before it's too late.
He reminds me of my father, constantly pretending to be your best friend.
Like my old cat, Loki. Constantly meowing, never shutting the fuck up.
.And you can't get away.
They staring at you,
eyes possessing your soul.
And you better run out before it's too late.
Published 20th Jan 2025
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