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And with the most giddy smile on her face while blood oozes out from the corner of her bruised lips, she mumbles, "You don't get it. I don't crave violence, violence craves me."
All I could do at that moment was hold my breath and stare at her with the heavy realisation of how being around her had brought me to tread with enough madness to find humour in something that should've made me run away.
I WANNA GO BACK TO WRITING MAN WTF