My lips are turning to fuzzy moss and falling off.
My lips are bleeding off my face.
My blood is thicc like chocolate wine.
Chocolate vodka is her worst nightmare hang over.
Someone's been brutally mutilated.
Someone's been brutally mutilated.
It's 7:19 a.m. The sun is up. The wind is cold. Damp in every pore of Earth and Heaven.
Everyone's awake and walks towards them
Now walks steadily towards Them.
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