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therapy


The moon ached

when I asked the vampire

to drain me. But even he

couldn't stomach the sickly

sweet sorrow of my suffering.

His jagged nail trailed along

my bottom lip. 'I won't

consume your misery for you.'


And left me with an oozing

curtain of red across my collar bone.

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