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Caustic is as caustic does
she likes to hurt me just because. Her acid reign upon my soul has burned and seared till I'm not whole. Feel the sizzle of her kiss, I hate to want to live like this. Alive, Alive ,I'm so alive ! she has the power, has the drive to take me to the highest peak to dash me down till I am weak. Mad ,on mad, ,I've gone insane, for I'm addicted to the pain!
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