26/06/2012


‎-Why won't you forget her?
- 'Cause I love her! I love!!
I would drink her blood in a straw, right from aorta, while I watch her screams and cry. I would ripe out her beautyful eyes with a spoon, and put it in a wonderful glass to see them everyday. Would tie her with a thorned rope, lock her in a coffin full of nails! Would cut out her tongue and fingers, to it belongs only me! That's true (sick) love. It never goes away!

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