The False Abusee's Runaway Thoughts

Let me bathe in the light of your hate!
For there seems no other place nor person who cares more about your thoughts than I.
Oh how your rays just tear at my skin! Cracking it and shaping it over and over into your wonderful wonders of art.
You definitely know your colors well, in fact, I never knew that I looked so well in purple and blue.
Preditor come closer and let me feel those claws.
Just a little blood today? Don't worry, you will do better to me tomorrow.
Who me?
I'm No One.

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