"The cravings inside of me is to be clutched at by some dead girl. To put my ear to her chest and hearing nothing. Even getting munched on by zombies beats the idea that I'm only flesh and blood, skin and bone. Demon or angel or evil sprit. Im just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held."
Ur Survior.
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