- existence,

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CHAPTER SEVEN

ever so slowly,

my body gets numb.

ever so slowly,

my hate for them grows.

ever so slowly,

you start to tell me what to do.

ever so slowly,

these thoughts penetrate my mind,

and they stay there.

ever so slowly,

I'm erasing their existence from my mind,

and no traces of them are left behind,

just like you tell me to.

GASOLINE 'jaerosé'Where stories live. Discover now