The smooth touch I get
The deep color of red
''It looks so pretty''
But then it became prettier wrapping it around on her thin neck
Seeing her struggle
But I realize...
It looks prettier on me
So I wrapped around the ceiling lights
Then to my neck
Looking at myself at the mirror
''Ah, I knew it looks pretty''
I smiled
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 8:51 PM UTC
The smooth touch I get
The deep color of red
''It looks so pretty''
But then it became prettier wrapping it around on her thin neck
Seeing her struggle
But I realize...
It looks prettier on me
So I wrapped around the ceiling lights
Then to my neck
Looking at myself at the mirror
''Ah, I knew it looks pretty''
I smiled
murder-suicide psychotic narcissism
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