Life is so dreary for all humans die.
But who beter to float and charm with the immortal (super hot) vampire, from which i love and hold in my heart, the blackest of all hearts.
And in that heart burns a desire, a desire so strong-it kills.
Life is meaningless, useless, and unforgiving. if you had my bad luck, you would understand.
Does it even matter? what is the point? your born, you live, you die, people cry, and that's it.
Can I really help who I am? I am not human, yet not immortal either. What am I? Do I have a pourpose? Does god exist? Is there a point in anything at all?
These questions bombard me...
but no one answers my unspoken plea...
WHAT AM I?
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