Panic, I feel panic.
Dark and deep.
And red and blue.
So sick to touch.
So diseased..
.
Sick, I feel so very sick.
Shaking and twitching.
And barely breathing.
So fragile and disgusted.
So wretched..
.
Hatred, I feel endless hated.
Violent and hidden.
And bursting and swollen.
So passionate and twisted.
But mostly hidden.
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