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Aug 2019
if you want it
to stop.  Call it Venom. If it robs you
of who you are. If it takes
your soul and turns it into

burnt marshmallow. You’ll
know because the pain will
become more than
anything gained. It will be

your worse nightmare. More
than a dream, it has hands
and feet. And it will come at
you and strangle you. Do you

want death to be your
only way out of it? An eternity
in hell is what you’re living
now.
sandra wyllie
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