- The root of my passion lies in both heart and soul.
Very clever, yet not deceiving.
What subconsciously was, can never be...,
I notice my mind is in a knot.
A reward of self-pleasure, I adore.
Come in.
Have you not taken part in such pity,
or much less, envy?
You know you like it!
So inquisitive, you�ve never been admonished.
I lurk.
Running through your veins, I inject madness. Malevolent is my middle name; for I proceed ever so mischievous in your waking hour.
Run, run far. If you cannot trust me . . .
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