There cannot be any satisfaction it seems.
Only briefly upon the experiencing of something pleasurable, If not quickly rejected by the self. I am becoming the voice of the void, a black hole where to push what is unwanted. I am feeling the destructiveness rising. The savagery of nature and city.
On this day, I cannot see myself as a human. I am unlike them and some may wish for me to pay for this.

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Soothing evening like chocolate fondue.

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In the agony of soul trapped in flesh, I beg of you to take me out.

The dogs are not staring anymore they are devouring, they are foaming at the mouth, quite desperate.
I am being burned by monotony.
How would I break it? I need luxurious interactions. I must bring out the characters. I must yell: Come out and play!

Beauty is a cure for the sick, they named a neceser that way for a reason. Every day essentials meant to avoid a blood splatter.

I can attempt to glamorize, romanticize, and elevate the aura around me through lies and deceit. Or through a truthful display of emotions good and ugly. I am to represent this new wave.