I'm dead
My skin is stone cold
White as snow
I don't breathe
I don't need to
One thing I need to stay alive is blood
Human blood
Without it I will die
With my blinding speed, acute hearing and extremely good vision, it is easier to catch my prey
But because of this, humans hate me
They want me dead
But they'll only be ending my suffering
I'm already dead
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