"I have eaten so. so many people.
I have tasted every bit of human flesh.
I have sunken my teeth into the tender meat of humans of every color, age and house.
i have digested more than a pounds of meat and fat.
and the bones in the corner of my house still seem to pile up more as i eat carcass after carcass.
even with I eat, no matter how many pounds of fat i consume- i am still hungry. I feel hungrier even. I crave more- i crave so much more than human meat could satisfy. There is a deep deep dark hole inside me, and i am incapable of filling it with the physical" - an entry of a diary found locked under the bed of the last house.
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