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The most horrid sort of passions are those which you cannot vent, as lord Harry (the Picture of Dorian gray) explained desires that go unexpressed only fester and corrupt the soul, do not think me savage because I fear for that tragic thing my soul. But my passions lead me undeniably to the corruption of souls either my own in a Manic deadly way, or that pure diamond angel soul a child. Being selfish and base I chose inevitably the child's. My one desire that of pedophilic release, of soft skin and innocent eyes leads me to hell, not the Hell of sinners but of Don Juan; The hell of beauty, passion, delicate tears, and tortured minds. Persecute me if you must but remember this is love, not sin.