My mind and my very being is an enigma. Trying to actually comprehend one's being is completely out of humanity's reach. So whether you get what I do or not should be of no use to you, since you don't even get yourself.
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Story by Toma Staccato
Little Sunshine
"Smell that ?" He whispers. I sniff the air which reeks of blood." It's the smell of my love...