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I played the game of love. Not knowing I'd be the one to sob. At the beginning, it was easy. I was winning, I was happy. It went well actually. It was all in favor of me. But the fate did the twisting, Twisting all when I was reaping. I didnt see that coming. All I know is that it happened. It was quick, it was leaping. All I know is, it was sudden. Yes I killed her, stabbed her, shot her, I bled her dry until she cant take it. The last blood dropped into my hands. Then, I realized, it was my blood after all.
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Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 8:43 AM UTC
Unknowingly
I played the game of love. Not knowing I'd be the one to sob. At the beginning, it was easy. I was winning, I was happy. It went well actually. It was all in favor of me. But the fate did the twisting, Twisting all when I was reaping. I didnt see that coming. All I know is that it happened. It was quick, it was leaping. All I know is, it was sudden. Yes I killed her, stabbed her, shot her, I bled her dry until she cant take it. The last blood dropped into my hands. Then, I realized, it was my blood after all.
Borderline personality disorder #pain #masochism #complicated #innocence #ignorance
domina-gamboa
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Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 8:43 AM UTC
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