In Your HandThe red on my hands is inviting. The steel-like taste bitter and satisfying. My wounds will heal eventually. They are because of you, my love.In Your Hand
I've always loved to hate you, for such reasons that I cannot think. You never really knew my name, and now you stand before me.
I know the kinds of games you play, with cards of hate and lust. I'm just a card in your hand of deceit, And you played me with pain and suffering.
Throw me on the ground, and beat me until I bleed. I promise I will never fight, because this is exactly what I need. &
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I think I shall stalk you.
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I'm Laura, Kristy Stanfa's friend from boring ol' Belgium
and I figured I'd add you because.............
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Yanno?
(There's not much of interest on this account yet; my old account is grannyfightsback without the -'s in case you cared!)
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Sc-Photos: [link]
Katie: Step to it on the Photoshop! LOL jk.
well not kidding really.
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