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The story of love
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The story of love |
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Jenna Member
since 2007-03-20
Posts 180 |
You're like a knife, cutting through the very center of my being, slow, in control, twisting my soul, gripping me, you'll take no prisioners. You slice through my heart in jagged motions so theres nothing left. Just bits of what once consisted of love. Stabbing me over and over with your words which pain me, bring me to the ground. You bleed me dry in a way like no other so theres nothing left in me just a sharp ache, a reminder of what we used to be. You'll draw out your game till the very end, your quest for battle will never cease. You will dig into me, painful, slow and crushing until you get right to where you want to be,to the surface of where you know you'll hurt me. The place which I call under my skin. [This message has been edited by Jenna (03-22-2007 04:22 PM).] |
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Angel4aKing Senior Member
since 2006-09-27
Posts 1372USA |
X marks the spots!!!! That's what I do when people get under my skin!!! ~~~kingsangel~~~ |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
All that will be done if you allow it. Good vent! |
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