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another weekend is now gone, and i am full from all the blood that i was cravning. feeling like my old self again.

They call me a murder, they called me a freak, but in the end, nothing was coming out of there mouth. they have no room to talk anymore, there faces where beating, there eye balls gone. And there blood was missing..........

Next time they come to, they will call me master, they are now my puppets.........

Still the same, nothing has change

another week, with no room to blame

the drink is getting harder to fight

and the taste of a sweet red wine.

RH is wat i thurst for, and it's getting harder to find.