AT THE CENTER OF THE END

What taste drives people to excite restless souls, I know all too well. It’s a sadistic, wonderful, exhilarating little game. The same taste that drove you, my friend, now. What a perverse pleasure … Ah! Understandable. The eyes of fame, the body of need, the mouth that asks. Okay, let’s play. It delights me too much to tear souls and see you capitulate. You know, the world will always try to transform you into who it wants you to be. People, time, events, all will try to sculpt your self and make you believe you don’t know who you are. But it doesn’t matter who they try to turn you into or how they try to change you. You have to stay true to yourself. I feel like I’m wearing a sweater, one of those heavy pinching high-necked ones … I feel suffocated in a world like this …

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