27 June, 2005 at 6:14 p.m.
{velvet black petals}
So you put the razorblade at my neck and force me to make a decision all the while screaming at me, telling me how useless I am.

Why don't you just silt my throat now and let the bloodletting begin?

You are my hell, he is my heaven.



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