..and it started to get cold... all of me getting frozen.. yet my blood boiling... I don't want to resist... I seek it. I'm also scared... yet, I need it.

My personal brand of heroin. Didn't let me move... that face mirrored me, like a double sided mirror... I allowed....near my throat he ended. I knew I was already infected... that I'm enchanted. . . Manjushree

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