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split personality
It will never
be the same,
His smell
infiltrates my nose.
Sandle wood.
I need to know
this is real or
it will be.
Who are you
really?
What did i do
to deserve this?
Why me?
How did
this happen.
Tonight will
be her last.
Her breath will
stop and i
will be born.
How will this
help anyone?
will it help me?
No one will
even notice.
will they
even care?
be the same,
His smell
infiltrates my nose.
Sandle wood.
I need to know
this is real or
it will be.
Who are you
really?
What did i do
to deserve this?
Why me?
How did
this happen.
Tonight will
be her last.
Her breath will
stop and i
will be born.
How will this
help anyone?
will it help me?
No one will
even notice.
will they
even care?
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