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| Beadles Sadness |
| This vile Growth this vulgar beast that lies dormant at the end of my wrist. What is it why has it infected me, of all people it could have latched upon it chose me. This is the true essence of my sadness |
| What is it? Is it part of me or is it a being of its own. im not sure but i can hearits heart beat when i sleep . I have come to know it as "Azizi". |
| Give me a knife a saw an axe i cant take it any longer im going to amputate it myself. |
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