There is a
certain pleasure in destroying something you know won't
last the night. Why not be the killer if you know when it
will die? There is no answer ; not one that I know,
anyway. And who matters in my world, except for
me?
[[ I am empty. ]]
I don't have anything to say.
I'm dry.
[[ I am empty. ]]
I don't have anything to say.
I'm dry.
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