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November 14, 2010
I want to erase your mind. Start you over. Bite your tongue and drink your silence. Tape your eyes shut with strips of my own flesh. Deafen you with clumps of my hair. You will register nothing but my touch, my smell, my voice. Mine. And you will think of me.

Me.

You will think only of me.
 
Run before I destroy you. Run before I sink my claws into your soul and yank it out. Run before you become another empty corpse lining my garden, rotting and seeping and wretched.

Run. Before I give you what you wanted.