The curse continues. I watch her tonite alone in a dark room I am obsessed and clearly possessed. I actually can not stop thinking about her. The television is off. The room is dark. I am here with her in my mind together at last. I can smell her later. Why is this the case?
She is hidden under the kitchen floor for the future. And I cannot stop eating and spitting it back out.
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