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Text: She is everything and more. She is home to me. I get nervous, perverse, when I see her it's worse. But the stress is astounding. It's now or never, she's coming home forever. Oh, she's the only one that makes me sad. Carve my name in my face to recognize. Such a pheromone cult to terrorize. I won't let this build up inside of me. I'm the slave and I'm the master. She is something in me that I despise. She isn't real. I can't make her real. She isn't real. I can't make her real. Each paragraph will be a test.

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