He is the sweetest person I have known. He is kind, caring, and innocent. I could not corrupt him. I would not be able to forgive myself, yet every time I talk to him I cannot help but wish. He could not control me. My lust for blood and pain will destroy him. Mentally and physically, he will not be able to survive. I cannot help but hope though. I know there are very few who could be with me because I can find none; either there are those who are too gone or those who are already taken. I am alone, and I always will be. Some people are too broken to be fixed.
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