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It's curiously intriguing that the sound of tearing flesh

It's curiously intriguing

that the sound of tearing flesh

and the taste of my own blood

is more addicting

than breaking and sucking on chocolate...

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crimson24

posted January 31, 2016 at 9:39pm UTC tagged with chocolate, blood, creepy, curiouslyintriguing, sickandtwisted, quote

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Apparently a "quick little talk" mostly consists of them telling me everything that I'm doing incorrectly, and "motivation" includes some ambiguous concept that they don't even understand...HA, they think they know my situation? Oh yes, most definitely, PERSEVERANCE is what I need...well guess what, mister...that's what I've BEEN doing...ever been tired before? Try living a day in my shoes and see how much YOU want to do what you're telling me to do right now...
Dear Agony Just let go of me...

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