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My Box. of Fear and for Fear i cannot leave. Don't want to. Too dark in the light. Sucking the Blood (right) out of me. i pierce the skin My Bat drinks and i am relieved i dream of the gargoyle, the beautiful balloon, that heals my wound, but at what price metallic sides coated with acid. It bubbles and sizzles as the medicine eats through my Box. Holes appearing. The Blood pours out; leaking then gushing. i can't |
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