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My own vicious circle

One I would continue to live until I died

My full lips twitched into a wicked grin A laugh tu at the madness within

I stayed in a darkened corner of the roo every step hefor the moment he’d see

Because he would see

His movements were as jerky as an addict’s His roan fro house and every nocturnal sound that filtered inside Positive that at any moment, the sound would be me

Like he would hear me

No one ever did His old o, and this arrogant asshole wouldn’t either

That didn’t mean they hadn’t known

Eleven days