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Zombie 3 & 4: The Twin Narcs




In your presence, the floor shifts into a fragile layer of eggs, causing my legs to tremble and forcing me to walk on my tip toes.

You have formed an unholy alliance with a wicked stepmother, both of you feeding on the same demon for nourishment.

Like cackling witches you concoct a brew, while engaging in a sinister dance of manipulation, weaving webs of deceit and lies.

Trapped and immobilized, your chants morph into snarls, surrounding me like a menacing pack of wolves.

My words fail to help me, as I am now viewed as the irrational one.

You both seem to be driven by a shared goal - the annihilation of my very existence.

You both reside in your bubble of self-love, being captives of your own design, unable to break free from the chains of your narcissistic prison. Not realizing you both cling to your own demise.

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  1. I am CatgirlFebruary 26, 2024 at 12:56 PM

    Wow! This is truly showing awareness and the truth of the zombies out there. I love how you explain each zombie in full detail. I also love how you made the connection with these two. I'm looking forward to the exposure because for so many years, you were exposed yourself! Keep up the amazing writing! I know it has to be truly healing for you and others as well. 💕

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    1. MeFebruary 26, 2024 at 1:01 PM

      Thank you for supporting me Catgirl, I am on a mission to revealing the truth!

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