vampire kiss



life's twists and turns. i've been here before.  i should have not.
but this is where i found myself after a moment of weakness. there are no lessons learned. each situation, each problem, each test is unique on its own. nothing can prepare you for anything. even prayers.
the best thing to do is just accept that it happened, then move on.
indeed we can never be free.
i am tired, and i am not making any sense. i wish i were a vampire, then i could just sleep for a hundred years and then wake up to a new world, new generation, new set of people.
ah, where is lestat when you need him most?

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