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I love to hover over people. Get them the feeling of fear. get their blood pumping as they realize someone is now watching their every mistake. Oh what it would be like to do it all the time. Every hard working over stressed person just snapping under my sights sounds beautiful.
Call, answer, tell, hang up. Always just that. No one ever calls for me, not just me. Damn people. I feel so used, I feel like a damn secretary. Oh ring ring. Hello? Hey how a- oh what? oh james? yeah.. yeahh. okay bye. That's just it. No hey i'm going to a party or oh hey come to this club. Miss secretary could you tell this to whatserface and have her call me. Oh remind me to do this... Yeah yeah. Miss Secretary at your damn service..
He did it. I was sinking, sinking fast. it hurt, and i couldn't do crap about it. Save me, help me, I beg of you. Why does it hurt that he didn't say three little words! I can't stop this now. Let me go into the depths of heartbreak and misery.
My lips, so delicate and fragile. They touched his lips. The poison burned but I loved it. I loved this sin. This death that I put on myself felt so good. I'm his forever wrapped in the poison of love that forever entangle my burning heart.
You're a smart girl, however you make dumb decisions. Him, him, this that. However you do it, it's killing your karma to the end. Oh well that's your life. however you like it.