I break my soul. I beg for laceration. And allow no one close to my heart. You want to be my next touch? My outlet of pleasure. Who am I to refuse? But something drowns me in knowledge I already know. I say yes then break my word and scream no with such convection I see the edge break once more. What do I do? Let my body have its lust? Listen to my mind sit and rust? Broken are my fragments. Damaged is my soul. Lost is my will to make sense of it all. The broken beast is as it is.
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