The Edge Of You

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I feel the urge to recoil from society

My heart pumps each day full

Of your blood, your infectious personality

An infection I never asked for

 

They look at me like I am you

I’m seen as someone with no real

Identity to be the person I’ve always felt that I was

I claw at the edges of my bed

 

Each night I awaken in a thick sweat

Shaking from the fear of becoming

The one thing in the world

That I hate the most

You.

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