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I swiped your soul for the improving of mine.

Anything to make a use of me!

Not too satisfied with this . . .

Why do I run from demons, when they're inside me?

Oh, how I long for your venom . . .

Oh, the Ashen Girl . . .

I desire not glee nor agony, but rather to be nothing . . .

How I long to wallow in a pool of my own innards . . .

I am responsible for my own fall . . .

Remains of a past relationship . . .