The Curse

I heard a knock on the front door couldn’t imagine who it could have been. Overcome by skepticism contemplating if I should have let em in. We sat and chopped it up like we were best friends. Past conversations already lets me know how this story ends. But I hope for the best and try and ignore the worst. Like a new vampire I’m simply trying to avoid the thirst.   I’m blood hungry and I don’t  know what’s worse. Living life alone or welcoming the curse….

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