In the event of my self-combustion, I want my ash and debris to taint your skin. I want my residue to corrupt your soul.

In the event of my self-combustion, I want my ash and debris to taint your skin. I want my residue to corrupt your soul. Nothing can either cleanse or heal you. There won’t be anything in you worth salvaging. You can never be whole again, for what’s left of me will always crawl under your skin.

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