07-19-2018, 09:58 PM
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She watched with concern as the child vomited, sympathizing with how awful the process was. But, Rosemary also knew this remained her best option, so she simply watched to make sure that nothing went disastrously wrong. When Caecia seemed finished, she attempted to press the tips of her forked tail to the cub's back in support. "How do you feel now?" she asked, a bit hopeful that this ended the child's suffering.
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?