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Flushed red from the anger of the situation. The blade pressed into your neck, shaking with anticipation. Should I cut your lips, or just go straight for castration. Don’t beg, sadly there can be no negotiation. I can’t feel it, but I can see it. The knife in my back, Words form perfectly in my mind, but my mouth hangs slack. I can’t cry, yes I have tried. I should probably cut this short, all because you lied.
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Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 6:51 PM UTC
all that's left is anger.
Flushed red from the anger of the situation. The blade pressed into your neck, shaking with anticipation. Should I cut your lips, or just go straight for castration. Don’t beg, sadly there can be no negotiation. I can’t feel it, but I can see it. The knife in my back, Words form perfectly in my mind, but my mouth hangs slack. I can’t cry, yes I have tried. I should probably cut this short, all because you lied.
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Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 6:51 PM UTC
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