Dysphoria

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It claws at my chest

At my mind at my face

It makes me feel too big for my skin

It makes me hate the form I was given

The form I was cursed with that I can't bring myself to leave

It ruins me and I can't stop it

Nothing will sate the monster

For it's wants change every day, hour, minute, second

I will beg for mercy

And be slaughtered in response

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