Blood Notes

The ink from my pen bleeds, my heart is burning. It's hungry. It wants to feed.

So many chances. So many women. All a chance to be happy. But I can't be happy until I get that one out of my head or make her mine. Either way, trying will probably end up with me being dead. I need to be fed.

Gabriel Janas

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