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you make me sick.
you’ve crawled under my skin
and into my bones,
you move my muscles and
you pump my blood but
you are not me.
you make me sick.
I hide you as best I can.
I spout your words
when you tell me to,
I do what you want
when you tell me to,
I am you, now.
to kill you is to kill myself.

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