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17h
**** that M0NST3R that's chasing me!
I'm tired of running like a guinea pig on a spinning wheel
It yearns for the tears that smells like steel
It swallows my words
And sometimes walks in herds
Chasing the sense of VVLN3R@B1L1TY

I don't give a **** if that M0NST3R has voice lines and looks hot
I'm more worried about trying to find the keys while the M0NST3R is trying to eat me alive!
The house is secured, as if I were playing Granny
The locks in the house says I have to wait until the next decade
To use them!?

Don't stop running when I need to be medicated, hello?
M0NST3R has bitten my neck
And it won't give me another sec
Before it comes for another B1T3!

"faint
faint
faint
sleep
sleep
sleep
my dear child
let the bed bugs bite"
IT KEEPS TELLING ME IN WHILE THE WORLD IS BLURRING TO A HAZE
and the water drops
.
Vayla Hemingway
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Vayla Hemingway  17/Gender Fluid/Circus
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