Pick a silence, choose a sickness. follow the illness, the lonelinessa logical conclusion. and when you arrive, when your body stops, you can neatly wrap up the whole ordeal. you can choose to forget the unkindness, the terror. you can blur it all out like a fast fading memory.
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Living Kills, Steve Harrington
We are deep in a dark wood.
I warm you with my blood.
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