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No one can hear you now, only me, only the one who will feast on your living, bleeding soul until the red rider relieves the One of his head to feed upon what is inside. I smile on the day of this trollop's understanding, because it will never come.
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I think I'll get rid of this one...
It was a paragraph of a story I wrote about someone with a weird kind of bipolar disorder. The evilness inside his head ended up being very dark and poetic.