Tell me a story from the perspective of a parasite. I just found a tick on my pillow, so I killed it. But afterwards, I felt remorseful because deep down I'm a lover not a killer. On one hand, it's a parasite that wants to live off of me and could cause disease; on the other, that's the only way it can survive. Write me a story or poem from a parasites perspective. Make me know how they feel.