This shit is Banana's

6.06.2006

Get Out

Why are you in my head?
Why can't I evict you?
Who gave you permission
to occupy my mind?
I didn't.
I never said you could.
Get out.
Leave.
You are not good for me.
Like a virus, you attack.
Leaving nothing
but an empty shell
in your wake
Get out.
Leave.
You are no good for me.
I can't have you here.
I have to force you out.

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