Melancholy rushes thruogh my viens like an infectious disease ripping thruogh my body shutting down each part individually until there is none left and I must resort to crying while my dignity and pride are torn from me by the demons of love that feed on the heartbreak of lost souls trying to find a way anyway to escape the torment and torture of a world turned to lust and desires that are vampiric in origin.
Reason for writing:
I was really depressed for no apparent reason.
Birth sign: Virgo
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