CREATURES. ☹ BRENTRICK
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Last published Sun, Dec 4, 2016
"people really do suck, y'know? but how would I know. for half my life, ive spent staring at nothing but cream colored, padded walls. intimidated myself to the point of paranoia and anxiety by just wondering what leads me to unpredictable thoughts filled with terrorization and messy theories. my secret? my secret, yes. truth is that i have never left this place; a place where they treat people like lab rats, y'know? the aching pain and bloody screams of those who want the blood, those who need the smell of metallic iron of once used to flow through human veins. me? oh, why, i don't believe such things. for i have never met the eyes of another man."
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