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SONGS OF THE HEART









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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

walking through the streets my heart bleeds with what i have just done i still cannot believe the atrocities i commit i haven't lived long yet and i don't know how i can continue this way killing every night for food human vitae is more potent than that of an animal but don't think i can kill another one all that life gone they say we are diminuishing the ever growing human population and stabilizing the balance of the earth but it doesn't justify the why when i was alive i questioned life now i ask myself why did i leave it my dreams are troubled with the deaths of hundreds each one in sequence of the other their face the fear in their eyes the heat of the blood in my mouth god can't save me from myself

January 13/15, 1996

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