Dear the mosquitoes who live my room,
I do not feel remorse for my destroying of one of your lives last night. I feel no remorse. Because I know that the blood I saw splattered on my wall was my own blood. Drilled from the veins that reside within the thin skin surrounding my arm. Or hand. I swear to God if you were the one that bit my hand I feel extra good for killing you.
Fuck you Mosquitoes who live in my room.
Fuck you to hell.
Yours,
Dru
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