Warning (Red): mentions of pills, mental illness, religious entities, sexual endeavors, emotion
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Toxicity
Feelin’ complicity
Epilepsy being
Spasticity
I don’t think she misses me.
Swallowing down the pill
Treated like I’m ill
Cranking out the bills;
Not money just receipts
Farming humans
Nutrients in the peat.
She is bad
Calls me dad
Demons inside my head
Make me mad
Super sad.
She marked me
Can’t be free.
Feels good in the moment
Emotionally.
No love, just lust
Agreed
No bindings
Just findings;
Marked my neck
She keeps me
I’m crying.
Lustful, I dared
Claws at my back, I’m scared
For she didn’t want love
A simple exchange
A touch of deranged.
I thought I wanted someone
Now I want nothing
A slow and steady trap
Led me to have an irremovable strap
Which she burned the key
Her eyes filled with demonic glee
I need to run.
For I need to find somebody that cares
But for now, she selfishly stares
Beware
She glares
For I need to run while I still have my hair.
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