Blood flows through the vaginal tear, secretions cover the floor, kicking and screaming we are torn from the womb. Can we stay and play some more? Can i call you mommy? The world is a sick game created by our minds we claw at the door of reasoning. Can we come in? Will you tell me your name? Ample destruction beset the two sides alone and afraid we are left alone in the dark. Kicking and screaming there's a knock on the door, who is it?
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