i sit and wait all day. patiently waiting for my prey to come around the coner. then i go and trap them with the sweetness of my tongue. it might taste good to me, but it is a savoury kill. needing warmth underneath me. i will use your the last pound of your dead body to keep me at ease. i know this isnt right, but this is the only way. my nature lets me bring you down. >>> of course this is not what i really mean to do. im kinda annoyed with myself and how i cannot control myself with how iam. i wanna change and not be trapping you anymore. but i just dont wanna let you fly too far. what if the string breaks? i will work on it. i wish you could help me but im scared.
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