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and pour poison till its drug wears off. In its cell, smell I-ness with an ugh as it may propel, making you high. Say goodbye to it and keep one low and grounded, as fear needs root. It needs to be surrounded by a listening ear. Go near where it feels the worst and pay attention as if millionaire, willing to spend. Approach thoughts as a friend more sincere than what is familiar and fair. Housekeep what you hold within, for none should care nor can do it instead.
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Tuck in the bug and strain it, preventing kicks while the lethal kicks in. Its tricks are deathless, but not when grave. Confront it with its grave and be prepared, for it may lunge. If needed, say it will be lunch, when it does not quit. Let it fear you, bit by bit. Perhaps it arrives at a point of no return. Then together you admit what a waste it has been. Relying on thoughts, fake as vague can be, to live in hope and trust what cannot be trusted, like me, bugged by a bug being bug,
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