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It’s not enough for my fist to breach the sanctity of your flesh. No, I must reach the heart beneath it, seize that wretched organ in my grasp, and wrench it from the hollow of your chest.
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trapped in tonight’s noctalgia, consumed by how things got to this point. amusement? distraught? undeterred.. who can say? just a heavy sense of acedia and lingering ghosts that never cease knocking.