Nov 2017
I'm the kind of girl
that crawls into a serial killer's bed
he whispers "I'm going to **** you when this is over"
I blush
But am flushed and confounded
when I wake up dead
"But I thought what we had was special!"
that crawls into a serial killer's bed
he whispers "I'm going to **** you when this is over"
I blush
But am flushed and confounded
when I wake up dead
"But I thought what we had was special!"
(SC, United States)
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