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The Corpse of a Girl.

Anger rippling through me like a fucking tidal wave. I feel it’s sharp talons digging into my chest. I can’t see or breathe anything except the abundance of fierce emotion that has blinded any rational thought from entering my poisonous mind.

I would love nothing more than to plunge my piercing claws deep into my torso and rip out my heart; the source of every single emotion that is vibrating through this thing that they call a body.

This is no human body, this is no human girl. This is nothing but a rotting corpse overflowing with a torrent of revulsion, animosity, hostility and venom.

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