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So tell me Ms. Bitch what do you feel like tonight? will you refuse my undying love tonight? I see you, yet, you can not see yourself. Ah, the pain of knowing only when the hunger strikes. That is what you live for, to feed the unquenchable thirst. There you stand with your black ensemble. highlighting your strikingly pale skin with those edible red lips, and eyes that are pools of temptation. Everyone is driven towards you. Poor souls.... Know nothing of your quest. For them, they are merely satisfying their desire to be embraced by you. For you, those souls are your drink of eternal life... Oh yes, I know you.. I know of your need... So tell Ms. Bitch what do you feel like tonight? Does your blood run warm with passion and love? Do your veins tingle and feel alive each time you lust upon those sorry souls. Or perhaps your blood runs cold from the hunger inside. Searching in allies to feed that thirst. But that thirst can not be quenched. Can you feel it?
Do feel the ache of desperation?
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