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I dulled my claws and let you use me as your scratching post

I smiled till my face cracked

I bit my tongue and tasted blood

And for what...to keep the peace

[Keep the peace/ crumble to pieces]

But Mommy's gone now... and I can play...and I'll win

I sharpened my claws...the better to scratch you with
my dear

I smile....I'm pleased to see your terrified reaction

Are you scared sweetie?

You should be

You think you're so clever but all I have to say to you is this:

My hungry hands will dig your flesh and devour your scent...

I will

EAT! YOU! ALIVE!

Don't Test Me




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