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Hiding under a blanket blowing vapor clouds, is an activity that comes close to my fleeting childhood. I am at the top of the hill looking down at this semester and the most important lesson I have learned is that I have lacerations down to the bone; I do not feel them fester for the nerves are as dead as the souls I have chosen to consume.
—Please do not look at me that way, for cannibalism was not a matter I had chosen until pacifism opened the gates of Hell and I saw into a scrying orb containing my funeral, thus it is understood that this was a dire matter to see souls ablaze. Gnashing upon flesh is an instinct that is known to us down to the cellular level; to be fed upon or to feed, do we criticize a predator for their survival? Is the hungry animal visible in the dilation of my pupils?
The canal between the valleys of my back resides as a reminder of the future that was once insisted as my objective, that I allowed to drown the dreams of