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Oozing skin of sludge and horror. Dark hearts just grow colder. You made me this way, are you not proud? Of my heart, for you to enshroud. Don't kiss my shoulder. Nobody should do that to anybody else. I pretend to be floating petals. To escape you. To escape me too. Don't grab me with those tendrils.
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