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When I first met you, I hated you. Something about you drove me crazy. I guess I wasn't used to the challenge. Or maybe I had never met one of my own kind before. Your soul is beautiful and dark. Mostly, it is powerful like raw energy. Like touching an electric fence. I couldn't help but be captivated. The first time you kissed me I knew I wanted you. I knew you were the one that would change me. You opened me up and tore out my insides, leaving nothing but beautiful destruction.
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Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC
Misadventures
When I first met you, I hated you. Something about you drove me crazy. I guess I wasn't used to the challenge. Or maybe I had never met one of my own kind before. Your soul is beautiful and dark. Mostly, it is powerful like raw energy. Like touching an electric fence. I couldn't help but be captivated. The first time you kissed me I knew I wanted you. I knew you were the one that would change me. You opened me up and tore out my insides, leaving nothing but beautiful destruction.
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Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC
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