She moved on
She broke free from her hollow depleted obscure surroundings .
Every single thought has vanished , your depravity loathsome soul has demolished her heart.
She finally had enough of the torture you caused , it was like knifes being thrown at her back playing darts until you hit the bullseye , and that bullseye was her heart.
She's now drenched in her own sorrow .
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC
She moved on
She broke free from her hollow depleted obscure surroundings .
Every single thought has vanished , your depravity loathsome soul has demolished her heart.
She finally had enough of the torture you caused , it was like knifes being thrown at her back playing darts until you hit the bullseye , and that bullseye was her heart.
She's now drenched in her own sorrow .
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