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nby323
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...it lies beneath my skin. this feeling. this thing. it itches. it tickles. nothing seems to quell its hunger. it wants to feed. it needs to feed. it flows from limb to limb under the cover of my flesh. you seek to find it whereabouts. to capture a moment in time when you can plainly see it. its not welcoming like that. it stays hidden from the outside world. hidden from me. only been seen when it wants to be seen. we both endure to find the source of it. its place of origin inside me. it has no origin. it has no starting point. it was not born. it did not evolve. it simply just exists. it is corrupted. it corrupts. i give it the strength and hunger it needs to survive. in return, nothing. but i cannot live without it. the longer it exists, the greater the effect it has on me. but it is a part of me. it is connected to me. forever bound inside my prison of flesh. forever connected to my soul.
