.Dear diary, tonight will be our last
My hands are itching for razors
My angel, this knife shall carve thee wings
Consumed by sickness, I ache to see your blood
The hour approaches when I shall lay a nest inside of you
Sliced open I lay waste to my desires
Sweet entrails .
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