Who is it that is a dick and repels, All of the seashells that Sally sells? A part of me, dying, But clearly not dead. At least now I see...

The more of me I tried to hide, The more I felt you swell inside. In suffocation, you grew stronger. Now bask in freedom, torment no...

He's back, I thought, Awash with disbelief and pride. I know he is no longer me, But surely still inside. The futility in his...