here I am alone, left to rot. I have an ugly heart and willing body. I'm a piece of meat, many have seen me and grabbed me but I have never been completely consumed. The packaging looks clean, but believe me the contents makes your head explode. I don't believe that anybody can handle this dirty, diseased egocentric mind. I'm in a strange mood, I want something. But I can not tell you what, I am shivering, I shudder. The eternal hunger for meat, I'm an addict. I am intoxicated by my own being. I laugh at myself, I'm shy but I am the only one that makes noise. Where does this idiotic meaningless text go ?
I'm beside myself, and I crawl on my floor from self-pity.
Yes, this still makes me cringe with pleasure.
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