The smell of my own rotting human flesh. The sweet taste of puss oozing from infections. The brilliant hue of fresh bruises. The hacking cough of blackend lungs. The consumed mind of static rage. Apathy no longer suits my passion. I am indeed destroyed and shattered, rebuilt with purest hate. I belong to a culture you know nothing and I am beautifully disgusting.
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