[ID text — We came from dirt. We have to swallow it.]
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[ID text — The moral of the story is, I will gut you if I need to. I will carve my way out with only my teeth.]
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You ruined me. I hope you fucking rot in hell.
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[ID text— not yet corpses. Still, we rot]
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[ID text — The desire to be sicker, to prove that you are sick, itself is indicative of sickness. A well person does not desire to be sick]
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[ID text — I met evil when I was only a child.]
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