feeling weak like an orthodox christian who found out there was no god.... beat me stab me kill me, what's your poison? what's your game? i need someone something to hinder me and make me lame.... anything but the same. slothing dully and rusty like an ancient knife that's been used too much but hasn't been used at all... i'm pining to be used i'm begging to be abused. feed me cyanide. make my innards curl and my flesh peel because i'm yearning for the attention and it's discerning all convention... i'd cry but it's a menial waste of time- i want i feel i need OH ANYTHING please be a criminal with an amerceable mind.
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