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i'm hiding in the bushes, waiting. This is where she runs every evening to blow off steam. I've been watching her for a while now and I knows how her husband abuses her. He's a big guy.
Warning: contains hints violent death. 16+ These simple words are all for you , To see if once you ever knew, Of all the many thinks that I would do, For our forbidden love.
My heart rate was increasing madly, my palms were starting to sweat as my panicked eyes started to dark around the room.
RED by Benjamin Clarkson After a brief stop halfway along Almer Road, she adjusted her iPod’s playlist, Sophie continued her journey home.
Awesome Abbie's favorite toy is a little yellow Ball. She likes to throw it as far as she Can. She tosses it up then she throws it Down. Abbie likes to take her ball Everywhere.
I know some might call it stalking But really, Im just watching And it gives me such a thrill All the shivers and the chills While I keep a weary eye And make sure you never die Dont you...
Electrika Catacomb, Danced in Camden Draped in black leather, Deliciously mysterious, Wrapped in stardom, I saw her, I loved her, I was her.
Every morning, I would slip unnoticed Into the coffee shop, with a tinkle of a bell, And seat myself at the table by the window In the warm light that pours through the glass.
Six-month has gone by with my having no luck finding any sine of my grandpa but I've loosened my gaze in the last few months Because a girl Destiny, i took the name as a sign I'm on the right path...
My body shakes with aggravation. My eyes fill with tears of adoration. The blood thatís spilled is blood of longing. To start to feel a belonging. To you. Your eyes sparkle, full emotions.
Sweet whispers run wildly through the corridors off Marsham Street, Whispers of a woman who's beauty renders hearts completely weak.
He could do nothing more than puzzle at the games, unsure of her moves. What made her make such a risky move. Was it for his own sake.
That dark eclipse your mind has over your heart, seemed to be fogging your mind that day. "What's your problem?" Your words screeched; like a nail on chalkboard.
Your eyes tell me a story. I want to sit and listen. When you smile that sweet smile. They sparkle and glisten. Those lips I so want to kiss. Know the taste of your mouth.
I hate you. I hate you.
A thousand pieces from the scattered door. Laying all across the bloodstained floor. Drawers where she kept her deepest secrets hid. Dark memories from when she was a kid.
I still think about Breezy. That's mostly because she's in my English class...but even when she's not right across the room, her memory creeps into my mind. I think of her long blonde hair...
I've counted down the minutes- Seconds- Hours- Days- My heart is beating joyously, A frenzied, bloody craze.
Elisabeth West, jeune fille de 20 ans étudie la criminologie et les droits politique. A des ennemis jurer(comme toute fille normal). Elle cherchais un moyen de les éliminer originalement.
"It hurts so much, being in love with an angel." I lifted my face to gaze at nothing.
Pick up the pace. Link up the lace. Drink up to the sad face. And a dead man pulls out an ace. Brain dead or should I say cocaine head. Goes out to play in the rain; feign dead.
I knew I was saved the first time I saw her. They were on the beach, she and her father. It was night, but there was enough of a glow emanating from the full moon that I could study her face.
I knew I was saved the first time I saw her. They were on the beach, she and her father. It was night, but there was enough of a glow emanating from the full moon that I could study her face.
"It hurts so much, being in love with an angel." I lifted my face to gaze at nothing.