Sleep

Hurry I'm so tired. You bite hard. My head hurts, and my nose still burns. But its hard to describe.At least you understand. See...not everything I say can be confussing. It looks like you drew a map on my hand with red marks...one cut in particular in the middle...a continent. I didnt lose you, I hope I didnt. I guess we'll figure everything out.
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my victory consumes your very soul.

cycle.


it's neverending.


with me, i never hope for anything but friendship. but must that be so hard...