I don't know who invited you in.
But get out.
Get out of my house.
Get out of my life.
Get out of my heart.
Now.
You are not welcome here.
I know you are there.
Tater knows you are there.
The wind gives you away.
(death in one hand, life in the other)
My skin crawls with your sickness.
You.
Are.
Not.
Welcome.
Here.
in my house,
in my life,
in my heart,
and I will,
hunt you,
chase you,
find you,
name you,
love,
you.
so get out.
now.
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