Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Strong gaze. I despised this one. Allowing it to impart an overlooked image and uttering words with my eyes. It sounds good to think, "You fool, you're not worth living." "I was there," he screams. They're pushing bumps on the soles of my feet. "You have a bad stomach," said the official. Stomach, I guess the shadow of a demon coming from excessive stress. The devil eats up in my shadow. Bullshit, keep eating good and good. eaten and how far to go. He is held on his shoulder and put to sleep again in an attempt to get out of his white bed. I'm lying down. As it is, do we have to offer our bodies and minds to the devil coming from the other side of the darkness, and let him eat them? I grasped the white pillow. My mind is falling apart.