Wicked little girls get sent to bed without any supper. I didn't mean to forget. I used to say my prayers every day, but I don't know the words now. Scattered like broken glass.
In nomine patris. I remember that from long ago, but it burns my poor tongue. The church is in ruins now, with sky for a ceiling and grass choking the gravestones
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I don't want it.
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What is this it?
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The nasty tinkerers didn't like their toy box, so they thought they'd play with me instead.
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When did you become emo?
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HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO MEEEE!
An' all that.
Seems a bit strange for a vampire.
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Umm... Drusilla? I can't... actually believe these words are coming out of my mouth, but. Are you okay?
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I have to cut it out.
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I take it you are not talking cutting out in the fun make-and-do rainy day arts and crafts sense, so... cut what out?
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I'm not a toy. I'm not a pawn, sliding forwards and backwards over the squares. Don't try and play with me.
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Human? Is that what I smell like? A filthy human soul, crawling around inside my chest.
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Let's see...You don't mean a heart, since I heard that before....Ah! Do you mean a...what is it...A soul, maybe?
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Filthy thing. It's disgusting.
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