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the heart that is pumping on your hand is my heart, struggling to live but as always, it will eventually die the knife that you're holding in your other hand is your knife, dipped in poison and is ready to **** to burn, to laugh (your face shows confusion but i know that you are lying) "what am i supposed to do with this?" **** it."* "why?" (you understand now) and you smile, you stab me repeatedly, crimson littering your skin blood spurts out of my mouth and i grimace-smile "wow, you really did it this time." "i must say i am a really good actor."
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Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC
here's my heart, and here's a knife
the heart that is pumping on your hand is my heart, struggling to live but as always, it will eventually die the knife that you're holding in your other hand is your knife, dipped in poison and is ready to **** to burn, to laugh (your face shows confusion but i know that you are lying) "what am i supposed to do with this?" **** it."* "why?" (you understand now) and you smile, you stab me repeatedly, crimson littering your skin blood spurts out of my mouth and i grimace-smile "wow, you really did it this time." "i must say i am a really good actor."
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Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC
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