We are all Frankenstiens Monsters
With our
Skin pasted together, stapled
Peeled away from others.
We have lost all of our identities
and now we are
Un-Faced.
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"Thought you could run from me?"
"I knew I couldn't."
"I'm glad you found me, but I also hate that you did."
"The only way you'll escape from me this time is if one of us dies."
"Then one of us must, today."