One night I decided to create a human sized voodoo doll.
For it, I used my own measurements,
tried my hardest to not leave any DNA on it,
fearing it would be used against me.
I had created a weapon,
a weapon against myself.
I quickly got scared of it and tried hiding it in a closet,
My feelings towards it got even worse.
If that doll actually had a connection with me,
folding it in half in a dark box
was probably the worse thing I could do to it and therefore myself.
I'm not sure where it is now.
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