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Jan 08, 2005 12:38

(But still the youngest grown up you have ever known.)

One new taste of excitement can stab a million other flavors - all the ones you knew before, all the ones you have ever known. Then you get sick of them, or smell them, and turn your nose up in spite.

Are you telling me you have already puked up every word I said to you? Were the recollections of my tastes that bad? Or is it just now you recognize my flaws, the ones I dragged upon your lips months ago, and decide to hate them... now that there is something else to feed upon?

You fed upon me, or my mind - for that matter. Drank from the heart valves. Little did I realize that you drained me, and had no energy to fulfill myself. Thankfully I dragged myself in another direction, where I met the fleshiest piece of meat I have ever known.

I am no little girl (because my "curves are kickin'"). Just a bit hyper at times, and rather bitter.
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