

CommittedCommitted.Committed
It's simple. You plug in, and viola instant shower of ecstasy. Click. That's all it takes. You are the qualifier of contentment. And I am a plague. Seeping slowly through your bloodstream, like molasses I spread until all that's left are my cancerous quirks, . . . . . lying dormant, . . . . . always there.
It's beautiful. The way your skin touches mine and every nerve is alert, every pore opens to suck you in. Attraction. Basic, primitive, magnetic. You are my love-hate playmate. And I am suicide. Denying
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-- Phantom's Angel
"Hell is not a place; it is a state of mind.
It is a face, a person, a name..."
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"I'm nobody's little weasel"
Ohoho...I see how you found me...
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This is so a Chelsey situation...
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Let's go exist somewhere.
Keep doing ur stuff cuz it rules!
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Just On Time!
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