Love is pain. it cuts through human flesh, hollowing the body out, leaving nothing but an empty shell. It’s like the Grim Reaper, taking your life away without consent or warning. It drains you of every drop of blood dwelling in your body. It’s good for awhile, but you always get screwed in the end.… Continue reading Painful Pleasure
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her death
Pushing her against his body; who had dared to touch her? Who had dared to harmed her? An it without no soul. Something with no control. How could you murder something so gentil, so weak? Pity only l felt for it. l curse you! l curse you a million times! l cried into the night.… Continue reading her death