True or false
Living or dead
Comparing me to you
Would be quite a dread
Let me warn you just once
To not fall for my tricks
For I can reduce
All of you dicks
Because I am a monster
And there is no fix
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Control Is The Instinct We Create (Official)
Teen Fiction"Where am I?" she ponders before the searing pain pierced her skull like a million needles. She screams in sheer agony before she gets small flashbacks from the last time she was awake, three days ago. She sees herself in all that pain of her bones...
