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She tells me I am hers
I feel the choker tighten
She says my soul belongs down there
My skin complexion lightens
Breathing deeply
I forcefully tell her no
Her smile widens and laughs
You can't leave, you're the star of my show

I ask her why she wants my soul
Why can't you find another one?
She says she already has plenty
But one more then she'll be done
I start to hate chokers
Why do I need to wear
Little accessories
Are hardly ever there

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