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(MISERICORDE SLASHED MY FAMINES.)
Ruinous thoughts persevere at my cerebrum / That body... Piece by piece... What will be the culmination? This addiction makes me loathed, my stomach twisted, voracious caused me salivate. Someone, take my hand. Acrid scent keep finding myself towards benignant subjects, but they forge beautiful masterpieces. Desire crawls through me—be dying for slitting that flesh and painting the blood upon elastic canvas.