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Through burning eyes, I watch you. My heart is gone stolen by you, And I hate you for it. Why do you toy with me? Twisting my tattered soul around Your finger like a horse On your private merry-go-round.
You smile flaunting Hidden fangs ready to snap, Slowly and painfully sinking them in, Tearing through delicate skin Devouring every essence with A supernatural ease.
Your eyes glisten with an unearthly gleam, You pin me down with the icy glare Dragging chilled hands along my face, Whispering the w
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« Or, che cos'ero io se non un uomo inventato? Una invenzione ambulante che voleva e, del resto, doveva forzatamente stare per sé, pur calata nella realtà. »
L. Pirandello, "Il fu Mattia Pascal"
you made my day
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Only the ones who suffered knows the value of life ~Carla Kayana
If i ever need a man i'll let you know cause all my life no man has step before me if it's not to be beaten~Carla Kayana
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« Or, che cos'ero io se non un uomo inventato? Una invenzione ambulante che voleva e, del resto, doveva forzatamente stare per sé, pur calata nella realtà. »
L. Pirandello, "Il fu Mattia Pascal"
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