The sweetest part of me

The sense of dissatisfaction eats the sweetest parts of me. Oh chunk of me. I swallow it with great pleasure, such I do, an angry pleasure. My mind and all my thoughts in it are consumed by this outrageous joy and joyful rage. My blood is filled with it and heated by it, my soul is taken by it, my stomach is digested by it, my chest enhales it.

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