“I’m packed with broken glass and memories and it all hurts. I’m breeding scars in here. I’ll sell you one cheap. Wrap it around yourself like a shield. You can wear my pain and it will seal out the pain others try to inflict. It will help keep the world from turning your mind into a slaughterhouse. If you find blood on the bathroom mirror, don’t worry. It’s only mine and i can take a lot of pain. I’m good that way. I’m bad the rest of the ways. I carve my face off every night to make masks. You can have one. You can wear it on the street and no one will know you’re you. Then you can be yourself instead of the other person you pretend to be when other people are around. The mask gives you freedom. Use my pain. Benefit from my cowardice. If you pay my rent for another month, I’ll hack off one of my hands and you can use it to kill someone. Leave it at the crime scene and they’ll never catch you. Use me. I have no use for myself.” – Solipsist by Henry Rollins
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