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I feel..

hell

and though my love was not enough for you, you continued to strip away at my flesh. i bore my naked soul for you to strike upon, your hate seering through to my heart, pumping destruction into my veins. death pours through each crevice, feeding the parasites of hell, as i am led through its gates, to spend an eternity, ruled by a tyrannical love.