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UR Not U.

On bleeding knees.
Such a weakling.

My pathetic
plaything.

Toying
with you like a housecat.

Making you me:
your pain? My pleasure.
All feels: shared.

Get it now?
Do you understand?

No, see: it does not
matter. You are
not you anymore.

I have the wheel
now, you stubborn,
fucking
little bastard.

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