They all see what they call "good" in this world, and they wonder why I embrace evil with open arms, jaw slack, tongue distended because it loves my horrid breath.
Please understand that I am cruelty made flesh, so entrenched in my being that the flesh itself is torture. To flay myself and simply exist as a thought would be lovely, but the extent to which I hate and scorn and torture my flesh is All Of Me.
I am disgusting. I am beautiful. I am a w a r e .
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