The Vicious Snarl wasn’t like the anger of a drinker, or a
general ruffian. It originated deep inside me, and it wasn’t a simple desire to
fight or dominate through pain or physical control, but a yearning to the hurt
the target of my ire as thoroughly as possible. The broader and more horrible
the application of the pain, the better. Living alongside the Vicious Snarl was
the Sucking Voice. When it emerged from the depths of my psyche, it tried to
draw any positive emotion or feeling back down into the depths with it, leaving
me with only misery.
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