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Random First Lines:About the state of the mind when its under constant wounding. » Read
I am willingly making myself sick; killing my body for vanity. There are people on earth right now, outside of my window, dying from cancer or some other painful, terminal, disease. Yet here I am, slowly but surely filling out my own death warrant, signing it in vomit, and handing it to the Grim...