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[stranger_fella]

When you say the word love, it makes me twist inside my stomach, my liver dry up and turn into a dagger through my heart. It makes my black tongue writhe in pain like a pinch under the ribs. Hate.. no hate is not enough of a word for me, what i loathe is the worms in my stomach eating away my rotting flesh, the locusts devouring my shadows, there

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[stranger_fella]

i tried to give through the feeling i was feeling a the time, - sick to my stomach and wanting to throw up, but unable to stop what i was doing and kept giving more to that feeling that it didnt stop