End me. Doesn't self loathing smell like scathing twine. Blood leaks to the silence. Devil veins; agony and death. Bleeding stool. Abdominals dying. Disease, hateage, alone, death and agony. But the time before; lacked a dose of anxiety. bleeding thrush. Death teases, though shame. The devil taps at the door; line bloody to lynch. Dethroned; agony; dead veins attached to a death mask. The thought doesn't escape me. The devil does the grooming. Death and agony. Bleeding. Dying. Lying.
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