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Here we go again,
They are back
If they had left me a little respite
I believe they got tired of my absence
Tentacles are growing on my ribs
They come to embrace my neck
They hug me
and make my eyes cry,
They oppress me
Slowly,
Slowly,
I did not see them coming
They had probably disguised themselves,
so that I can not recognize them.
Sentimental tentacles,
Tentacles in love,
Magic arms
around me