Once again, I'm sorry to you who reads my journal. For not being around to read your own, and to make you worry if you did or do at all.

( My December.. )

I can feel it. It's cruel barbs, piercing my innards, stabbing into my spine, burying itself among every part of my body. It's fangs scrape my neck, it's putrid and hot breath slides across my cheek. It's hands roam over my sides, my hips, my back. Touching me on the chest and the face. It seems as a caress..but this caress is deadly. Each touch ( Read more... )

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