writers_muses Prompt 64
“Sometimes I think I’ll disappear. I’ll forget to breathe, and then I’ll be swallowed up into nothing.”
( “Drusilla, you’re dead,” said Darla tartly, “You don’t need to breathe.” )
( “Drusilla, you’re dead,” said Darla tartly, “You don’t need to breathe.” )
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