.Though I walk freely, my time is not my own
The mass inside me demands that I atone
Abomination made of invasive cells
"Becoming non-being," it utters at the outset of every day
Unable to breath, enshrouded in fear>Shadowed, withered, the specter incessantly appears
The Sec.
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