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Bloody Blunt

I want to hurt you.
 
I want you to feel my pain.

Pleasure with be a myth to you.

You are dieing.

Plunge you in the dirt, feed you nails and screws.

Eat my scraps.

Feast on the suffering till death ruptures your putrid stomach.

Grim and filth will rub off on you, liquified rot will hunt you.

If you run I will never find you.

You are nothing to me.

You serve my muse.

Get away from me, you sicken me.

Go tempt someone else.

Go see a doctor.

Fix your broken skin and heal your shattered face.

The fact is you can't leave this place.

Running will just get you tired.

There is an end to all your problems in love.

Go find yourself.
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