yours truly, beast.

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dear beauty,

there's no denying that I am not a very 'good' human. whatever good is supposed to be. i've very questionable morals, a toxic air surrounding me and everything about me is vile. sometimes i come to the conclusion that i'm not entirely a human. is it possible for a human to contain this much hatred and fear within their body? it shouldn't be, yet here i am. maybe i'm not what you think. doing things wrong has always been more appealing to me than doing them right.

the beast in me could be yours. a beast who scratches and digs its claws into other people's minds, the beast who feeds off resentment and jealousy, a beast who found a way to love. your beast. your very own creature— crude, savage and terrible. entirely yours. to keep and to tame. can you handle that, beauty?

yours truly,

beast.