| RAWR! |


Howl CryI was raised in shackles, Howling at the moon, Praying. Though lacked belief in god, Because if he were, Were he not a figment, Of dreamers gone, Why would he let me cry? Never taste the air But for the Burning copper of S P I L L E DHowl Cry
Blood, Gushing Where my teeth had torn flesh.


No loveWhere did we go, That night, Couldn't have been where our bodies were, Bogged down with sighs and breaths, As deep as our problems lay. On the surface, we were heated And full of the moment, But deep down, Under the painted, lacquered surface, I was far away, And so were you. A mistake, No love, But now it's done, No go backs, No love. ... No love.No love
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~Master Assassin ALTAÏR~
~Paul Walker~
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i make them good girls go bad !
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