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I didn't wanna believe
when I saw the monster,
loving and laughing
too good to be true
missing all the warnings
thinking everything's kool
until the night of transformation
I never had a clue.

So sweet
was the touch and the feel
that's before
the resident evil was revealed,
I'm stuck in a loop
spinning
round and round and round.

Now It seems
I'm just food for the monster,
never should have kissed it
should have run away
but i'm strangely addicted
to the pleasure and the pain
creature features ebb and flow
in this realm
that I can't escape.

so sweet
was the touch and the feel
that's before
It became a monster,
like a clown I bounce
I go up I go down
and I spin
round and round and round.

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