Page 118 of Property of Necro

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I don’t sleep.

I barely eat… and the music plays on.

When I need to piss, I do it in the center of the room, down the drain.

When I need a break, I don’t take one.

Because if I stop. I’ll think and I’ll… sin.

I’ll think of red hair and green eyes.

Of pale skin.

Freckles.

And the unbearable pain in my chest will crack open and ooze like a festering sore. Ruining me. Ruining my progress. My club. My life… and

I’ll sin.

Because sinning with her is so sweet.

Those smiles.

And laughs.

The way she comes.

Fuck!

I slap the side of my head and shake the memory of her loose.

I am…

No One

I am nothing.

And I will die.

Soon.

Because I want to live no longer.

The pain.

It’s too much.

Life… It’s too much.

But for now…

I’ll paint this…

For her.

My ultimate dream.

My Soul.

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