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October 17, 2011
I want to tear off my skin.

Peel back the scalp. Shrug off the shoulders. Push down the hips. Step out of the legs...

I will be just bones and blood, for someone this weak couldn't possibly have muscle. Just bones and blood and a heart that pumps black tar onto the floor.

My heart is poisoned. Soured. Toxic. You want my heart? Take it. Sip on that wine and smile. I will turn you bitter. I will burn the smirk from your mind--teach your soul the meaning of pain.

Angels can't curse, but you fell for a witch.