Blink

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I fight but I fail,

I’m tortured from within.

I bite at my nails,

and slash through my skin.

I have to bleed,

and watch as it drains.

The evil seed,

Growing through my veins.

It won’t cease,

Till it chokes my heart. 

I’m a masterpiece,

Of the devils art.

I am a slave,

damned to my plight.

I lay in my grave,

and die every night.

I keep bending,

waiting to break.

I keep pretending,

It’s gone when I awake.

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