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Toxic through my writings,
they are, indeed.
A moment to resent you,
another to miss you.
Though this poetry are letters to you,
they embody a dialogue
between my demon and myself.
A moment I'm writing,
another he is.
If you are confused,
as you always have been with yourself-
I'm just like you.
There, he writes this.

- M. Safrain