The beast inside me,
tearing at its chains.
ripping free.
Fighting its holds,
the bonds of sanity
attacking my humanity.
Taking control of me,
lashing out in disagree
at every little thing.
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The beast inside me, tearing at its chains. ripping free.
Fighting its holds, the bonds of sanity attacking my humanity.
Taking control of me, lashing out in disagree at every little thing. What do you like about it, and vice vercaComments
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