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IncantationsPissing blood, she smells like her bed.She casts little spells all over her body. Flicking the syringe, her jewel toned eyes look like a sea serpent's. Sedated and screaming, the chemicals in her mind form a perfect toxic cocktail. All she does is worry, rocking back and forth. Lonely. Lonely. Lonely. "I feel it in me." She's like a hole: Dressed in shreds and scared to death. Take my blood and see whats wrong. |