My heart beats. My lungs take in air. But I don't feel. I no longer have a heart. This darkness comes out in my art.
That's why... he left me.
My art depicts pain and misery.
I draw out runes using my own blood.
I don't look normal anymore. My skin appears to be very pale. A month ago, when he still liked me, he got stitches on his lip. I had this strange, but very strong urge to rip out his stitches and lick the blood from his lips.
...I'm a vampire.
Wolfina Sarnata Community Member 
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