My sickness; music and men.
It makes me sick sometimes to hear a person scream, my blood curdles with them. It makes me want to turn inside out then roll around in this cat litter mess, on this splintered floor with my mouth open and soft tongue hanging out, slightly pink, like I had been sucking cherry flavored candy all night and day waiting to say to you, (hold me or leave me) stop joking, and try to just write me.
Yesterday I saw a vampire; it was standing next to me in bed. He entered my throat and spewed out his treasures, I keep them today, but now I have fever.
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