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October 25 - October 27, 2022
I’m not very good at understanding people’s reactions to things.
This girl is going to be my undoing.
Her weakness calls to me like a wounded rabbit to a fox. Bleeding and limping and just praying to have its neck snapped by sharp teeth.
I want to claw my way inside of him, meld our bodies together, let him consume me until I’m nothing left without him.
I don’t think I’d be able to forget about her if I drilled into my own fucking skull and popped a bullet between my eyes.
How she thinks she’s strange but she’s perfect to me, in every weird and wonderful fucking way. I want to consume her. I’m going to consume her.
She looks at me like I hung the moon. And in this moment, I know I’d tear it from the fucking sky for her if she wanted me to. Fuck the rest of the world. Let it descend into chaos around us.
I’m going to give this delicately, unusual girl every fucking thing she ever wanted and everything she didn’t know she did.
I’m going to kill anyone that dares look upon this h...
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Drugged to the high heavens, everything about her possessing me.
The pull she has, my soul ripping away from my skeleton to get to her.
“But I won’t let them, baby girl. I won’t let anyone fucking near you ever a-fucking-gain. I’ll kill anyone that even thinks about looking at you. You’re mine now and I’m never going to let anything get to you ever again. I swear it. I’ll die before I do. For you, Grace, you mean everything to me.”
Like a cyclone, a mess of passion and pain, we can’t keep our hands off of each other.
We will never be close enough. Having his touch, his scent, his tongue all over me will never ever be enough. I just need more. I’ll always need more.
I can play this game, I can make her see, prove to her how much I love her. I’ve already killed for her, and I know she’ll think that’s more romantic than a bouquet of fucking roses.
I can see her, staring up at me like I’m her God, her Devil, something she wants to worship and loathe and love all at once.
