There are things that wait under the skin they nest and like splinters they hurt without leaving any trace of themselves the best hatred I will feel will be sincere and stupid I have never pretended, nor will I pretend and I don't care if you are ashamed of me no one has ever foreseen the unexpected and it doesn't seem so right to me no one has ever foreseen the unexpected and has that sense of guilty disgust having cravings is sordid but not having any seems sadistic to me I condensed some acid and squeezed the mucous membranes to there are lips that burn and it is on these that I will die I will be servile as long as I can and I don't care if you abuse me

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