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i will rot in this room forever. i have never been beautiful.
i'm a murderer, but! i have principles.
there's a sickness inside me. i can feel it swirl in my lungs, feel it lick my ribs on the way to fill my heart. i don't think it will ever go away.
my rot is as hungry as me. and when god asks me about love, i always respond with cruelty. i know no other answer. yes, love can be the violence.
inside me, something seethes.
my love is sick. it leaks and bleeds all over me, onto my nicest shirt.
don't feel guilty for your anger. you look beautiful with a glare and sharp teeth.
︎ ︎ ،،̲ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ HELL'S ︎ ︎ ︎ ꒷꒦ ︎ ︎ BELLS.
︎ ︎ ،،̲ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ HELL'S ︎ ︎ ︎ ꒷꒦ ︎ ︎ BELLS.
︎ ︎ ،،̲ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ HELL'S ︎ ︎ ︎ ꒷꒦ ︎ ︎ BELLS.
︎ ︎ ،،̲ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ HELL'S ︎ ︎ ︎ ꒷꒦ ︎ ︎ BELLS.
︎ ︎ ،،̲ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ HELL'S ︎ ︎ ︎ ꒷꒦ ︎ ︎ BELLS.
︎ ︎ ،،̲ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ HELL'S ︎ ︎ ︎ ꒷꒦ ︎ ︎ BELLS.
︎ ︎ ،،̲ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ HELL'S ︎ ︎ ︎ ꒷꒦ ︎ ︎ BELLS.
