Falling In Love With Death

I love death.

Now that phrase alone can get you sent to a nuthouse.

But I'm not talking about the devil worshipping, cult sacrificing type of death.

I'm talking about THE DEATH. As in the person, a.k.a my asshole of a boyfriend.

There are no sacrificial sheep in this story, or exorcisms.

There's just me and Death.

This isnt a school girl story about how I fell in love with Death, this is the story of how I almost died, and lost everything I love in the process.

This is my story, I'm just not around to tell it anymore.

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