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“The moon laughs, I find my pen, The insanity stirs; it begins again. The voices are screaming, they own the night. I have to act, I have to write. Blood in the ink, it sings like a curse, Each word a wound, each line gets worse.”

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“They call me deranged, a fractured fool, But madness is my kingdom, my only rule. Every twitching line, each shattered rhyme, The writhing chaos of a lunatic’s mind. A delirious dreamer, a nightmarish scribe, A maniacal poet, where absurdity thrives. Twisted nightmares, the crowd to engage. Bleeding raw horror onto every page. My pen carves scars, my paper weeps, In the cradle of chaos, sanity sleeps.”

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“Mercifully, Rhys was half-awake, the layers I'd thrown on him now scattered across the blanket, and he gave me a strained smile as I entered. I chucked the weed at him, showering his bare chest with soil. 'Chew on that.' He blinked blearily at me. Mate. But he obeyed, frowning at the plant before he plucked off a few leaves and started chewing. He grimaced as he swallowed. I tore off my jacket, shoved up my sleeve, and strode to him. He'd known, and kept it from me. Had the others known? Had they guessed? He'd- he'd promised not to lie, not to keep things from me. And this- the most important thing in my immortal existence... I drew a dagger across my forearm, the cut long and deep, and dropped to my knees before him. I didn't feel the pain. 'Drink this. Now.' Rhys blinked again, brows raising, but I didn't give him the chance to object before I gripped the back of his head, lifted my arm to his mouth, and shoved him against my skin. He paused as my blood touched his lips. Then his mouth opened wider, his tongue brushing my arm as he sucked in my blood. One mouthful. Two. Three. I yanked back my arm, the wound already healing, and shoved down my sleeve.”

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