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there's this part. squishy. you can trap it in a bottle like a Genie if you trap it well it will fulfill all your wishes I was so scared what if someone wished for my skin, my eyes, my soul? what if someone swallowed me whole? I wouldn't get out no more. there is either hurt or lust and I'm running on edges from the melting of both. I am running from hell by trying to become it. I dreamt of Death and Death dreamt me. Cold sweat. Live and regret. Endure, make a bet, inhaled my breath and gave it back. heart attack. with every day spent on the mirror's edge, the ocean in her eyes is departing to make room for a sick death-shade of green called "believing". Sleep and sleep and sleep some more the faceless silhouettes whisper. To no one I talk. I just eat and breathe and sleep. They fill me like a caterpillar. I shall be round, youthful and vital, before the stage of the butterfly, before the world catches fire. Secret signs, I am losing my mind. Fair Lady in Black visited me