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dejected wreck
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i feel no guilt.
your pain is the
very thing
that my soul feeds on,
feinds for.
you deserve to
writhe and rot
in the hell that
you have created,
constructed yourself.
red,
burn,
anguish,
twinge,
die,
nothing



