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Midnight. I am lying in my bed, unable to sleep. My head is spinning, like every night. Why should I continue living? I finally fall asleep, dreaming of the sweet, red blood running down my veins, dripping on my bathroom floor ... drip, drip, drip. Soon, there is a dark, red lake which drowns me ... I travel far away, to an unknown land. Different from everything I had known before. Slowly, everything around me gets silent and dark. My mind is finally able to rest. I have waited so long for this moment. Sweet dreams.
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 5:52 PM UTC
The sweet taste of blood
Midnight. I am lying in my bed, unable to sleep. My head is spinning, like every night. Why should I continue living? I finally fall asleep, dreaming of the sweet, red blood running down my veins, dripping on my bathroom floor ... drip, drip, drip. Soon, there is a dark, red lake which drowns me ... I travel far away, to an unknown land. Different from everything I had known before. Slowly, everything around me gets silent and dark. My mind is finally able to rest. I have waited so long for this moment. Sweet dreams.
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 5:52 PM UTC
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