Everyone tells me I'm different. Everyone tells me I need help. Everyone avoids me for what I do, which I can barely help. After all, blood is essential for a person to live, so why not get some more. People have started making me go to these meeting with people who just ask me questions about how I feel. I answer honestly. It's not bad who I am. Everyone always want everyone to be equal and accepting yet I'm a horrible creature? Why try to stop a person from pursuing their passion when they love it dearly. More blood is better right? So I added theirs for me to have a better life. I remember that, followed by darkness
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LosoweSomebody tells me a word and I write a messed up short story that comes to mind
