| I hate everyone else in the world but you. They say as you get older, you understand other people and their perspectives more, but I feel as if things only make less and less sense, I've merely gotten apt at faking it. I don't like or trust other women, even now. I feel as if my soul is dark and porous, and yours is light and whole. I've never met a woman like you and I don't think I ever will. I wish I left more bite marks. If I ate you, I think it'd purify me from the inside out.
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