As She Fed Off Her Fears
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Which came first...
The blood or the tears?
And which tastes better,
As you feed off your fears?

You are under so much pressure,
Who knows which fate is better for you?
But the legs you lose cannot be measured,
And your dreams can never come true.

And no one really knows,
What drove you to this.
But what I said still goes:
If I let you die, I've sinned.

Cry.

Splash.

Knife.

Blood.

Scream.

Her lifeless body in the stream.