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Unanounced
Sometimes I hear the whispers.
The faint beating that calls onto me.
Do they call you?
I want to show you something differant dear.
But I can't.
I can only share what they tell me,
I can only hear what they say,
Frightening how they control me.
The good, the fruitful way.
I cant hear you anymore dear.
I beckon another life.
I feel that I can face you.
The evil that strives.
Not in me lovely not anymore.
you can no longer strike me,
stop
just stop before I strike you harder
harder than you hit me
I smile Because finally I can hurt you
I laugh because its funny how you think i care
I frown because I have no heart now.
you did this to me.
you will pay.
strike
hit
plea
bleed.
there is no more chances now
its over.
And I'M BETTER FOR IT.
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