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Twenty Eight Entry
Roses.
What was I thinking? Sentimental, pitiful thing that I am.
What an infant… And to have once thought that whatever deal I’ve struck might have had gravity or purpose to it.
I’m just a moving, breathing skin blood to some far off vampiric nobleman.
And this state... it’s permanent. I’ll never change. What’s to become of me? In time will I look at the world dispassionately as an observer, not a contributor.
Will I laugh at others’ anguish one day.
I’m not sure what I expected really.
Or why I’m writing this.
I’m just putting off sleeping… It’s been a long time since I slept outside of the High Forest and I’m nervous.
I didn’t want to worry anyone, if something happens, I’ll slip away in the early morning. When he’s woken me with feeding it’s usually been before dawn.
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