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Glee builds up in me as I watch you suffer. Your pitiful little heart, your broken scars, so irresistible. Those pretty cuts on your wrist, those soft hands I once touched, so undeniable. Pain; Agony; Afflictions; Nuisance. I could end it for you, but you wouldn't listen to me, only them. I want them dead, now.
Again.
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