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i will rot in this room forever. i have never been beautiful.
inside me, something seethes.
don't feel guilty for your anger. you look beautiful with a glare and sharp teeth.
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.
my love is sick. it leaks and bleeds all over me, onto my nicest shirt.
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.