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Dear Human, I have tried to curtail my curiosity.

Dear Human, I have tried to curtail my curiosity. Perhaps, I must have waited. But with the years I have spent among you, imprudence has seeped through me. So, I write to you. Blood my ink, flesh my paper. I want to see if you can guess who I am. What if death writes a letter to you? Will you respond. - Part 1 of Short Story "A Love Letter" Dear Human, I have tried to curtail my curiosity. Perhaps, I must have waited. But with the years I have spent among you, imprudence has seeped through me. So, I write to you. Blood my ink, flesh my paper. I want to see if you can guess who I am. Another soul I take, another life passes by. It's been ages since I have been doing this. Watch as the once mighty choke on their own vomit, beg, trembling on their knees, watch on as their soul is separated from the vessel in painful agony. Hear as they scream - if they living heard it, they'd die hearing it. I smell as the once glorious vessel curdles like spoilt milk. I come as equality, as justice - the rich, the poor, the mighty, the weak, and all that is in between, they're all equal before me. Can you name me, human? Some of you might have guessed by now.
Dear Human, I have tried to curtail my curiosity. Perhaps, I must have waited. But with the years I have spent among you, imprudence has seeped through me. So, I write to you. Blood my ink, flesh my paper. I want to see if you can guess who I am. What if death writes a letter to you? Will you respond. - Part 1 of Short Story "A Love Letter" Dear Human, I have tried to curtail my curiosity. Perhaps, I must have waited. But with the years I have spent among you, imprudence has seeped through me. So, I write to you. Blood my ink, flesh my paper. I want to see if you can guess who I am. Another soul I take, another life passes by. It's been ages since I have been doing this. Watch as the once mighty choke on their own vomit, beg, trembling on their knees, watch on as their soul is separated from the vessel in painful agony. Hear as they scream - if they living heard it, they'd die hearing it. I smell as the once glorious vessel curdles like spoilt milk. I come as equality, as justice - the rich, the poor, the mighty, the weak, and all that is in between, they're all equal before me. Can you name me, human? Some of you might have guessed by now.
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