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but i feel like one, sometimes i sleep all day, because i hate the sunlight, my hands are always shaking, bodys always aching, and the dark is when i feed, well i can lure any woman that i want to in my bed with me, and whiskey seems to be my holy water, mothers better lock your doors and hide your daughters, im insane, well, i can feel it in my bones, coursing through my veins, when did i become so cold? for goodness sake, where is my self-control? if home is where my heart is, then my heart has lost all hope.