

wishThey say don’t want something you’ll never get The blood is drawn and the candles r lit We fall apart bit by bit “A twisted game of pick up sticks”wish
And I wish for you What ill never get The wax runs down And the silence persist But yr still here Un-tying my wrists
Softly yet surly We’re trapped in a kiss
I wont get wat I want But u granted my wish


FoundCreamy skin revealed through the fallen leaves, A body, late teens early twenties, stripped. Female. Legs and shoulders bruised – misperceives, The relevance in light of the new crypt. Chafe marks around the lower shins, red, scarred. A burn, one inch, right arm, just above the wrist, Branded. For a moment caught off her guard. How and when could she possibly resist?Found
Feet rough, walked barefoot. Felt grass beneath her, Toes. A pillow of moss and matted hair She does whatever he would prefer - She knelt for him. Her head bowed like in prayer. Black made-
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Here I wait, my anger ready and my heart a blaze, come in if you wish to taste the physical sensation of my pain
I hope you had a wonderful new years eve
...and I wish you a 1000
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Hybel
My Art: www.i4design.dk
This fight started by ~Naki on December 5th!
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Here I wait, my anger ready and my heart a blaze, come in if you wish to taste the physical sensation of my pain
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"I can't see! How will I smell
corn now?!! I am so sad."
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"I can't see! How will I smell
corn now?!! I am so sad."
BTW: Fight Club and Matrix rocks!
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Hybel
My Art: www.i4design.dk
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Here I wait, my anger ready and my heart a blaze, come in if you wish to taste the physical sensation of my pain
~NicK
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~Nick
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