my obsession with him remains.
but he is sought after by the long, dark, beautiful woman...
whom he seeks. he likes freash meat.
and I was his brief kill.
now my blood has drained. my fleash is now rotted.
I leave little to be desired, and I cannot blame him.
but I love him. I want him.
yet I left but a flee bite beneath his color.
to which I got but a taste.
predators are cruel.
and dispite my hungry growls.
I am but prey.
you'll have your chance,
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wait another month. find out it wasnt worth it.
cry a lot. get high. piece your life back together.
get an std
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