Sticky Wicked Thing

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75793
United States

A quicksand plague that riddles people with a dormantor prominentdesire to perpetuate misery and destruction: Evil.I heard God's instructions, I listened to my mothers teachings on eradication.but see, this dark, sticky wicked thing,im addicted to its presencenot within me but swarming around my effervescence.without it I'm subpar at best.tell me it doesn't feel niceto shine brighter in comparison.

This poem is about: 
Me

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