I want you to stab me in the gut. I don't care what you use, maybe a tableknife or a piece of bark. I want to see your hands covered in my blood. Please be smiling, too. I want you to carve intricate patterns on my belly with a very sharp knife, don't go all the way to the bone. Don't get near my heart, my head, or my hips. We will listen to really good music. I'll bleed slowly, and I won't run because I want to watch you see me die. Kiss me then and maybe I'll live in you instead. We will be amazingly strong. I'm hoping that you will hurt me because I'm not sure you can.
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So don't make this gut stabbing thing habit please, you seem to be a lady with a nifty wardrobe, and blood is such a stubborn stain.