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Sickened..
You've struck me down, friend.
Thought life was wrong, friend..
And wasn't it?
Wrong, that is?
Fallen...
You've led me to the edge, love.
Skin and bones are mine, love..
Empty felt better..
Didn't it, love?
I remember you.
Only in fog, I remember you.
Gone, you are.
Yet you slumber in my gut-
I feel you there, dormant.
Waiting to eat away, away, away...
You wait for the day.
Don't you?
The day that you may take, and take?
Don't you, friend?
Little Ana, little girl, little boss,
Little tell me what is loss?
Loss, lost the extra, lost the weight,
For that is fate..
Isn't that right friend?
Fate?
Fate says goodbye,
Says so long to the physical,
It says farewell, friend.
I dug my grave myself, friend,
At your bidding.
Right, my love?
5 feet deep, under dirt, for you.
For Boss Ana says dig,
I dug for you.
But now I crawl up and out, love.
I found love, love.
I say no, I am in the right, Ana.
I am in charge now..
And so stay,
Stay slumbering, Ana.
Have a good rest, little one.
Sleep tight.
- elle j
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