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O God...am I enjoying this?
Am I really enjoying this?
Where is it?
Where's the overwhelming guilt,cheap tory burch, the shock, the regret?
I feel nothing.
Nothing. Yet this is my first kill (or series of kills).
And I am liking this.
I think am a monster.
Am not really human. It's the only sane explanation I have. But that's ok. I don't mind. If this is how a monster feels then I belong here.
Besides,kobe 2k8 high, what did they expect? I wasn't exactly doling out cookies when I broke my bonds. That, plus I think there's something about dead bodies that make security guards rush at dangerous suspects blindly,lebron james jerseys, scattering caution and life-saving rationality to the four winds. I don't get how that doesn't get you dead.
Don't they realize it yet? I am trying my absolute hardest to be obvious.
All I want is out.
Just point me in the direction of the nearest exit and I'll end this. And not the bad kind of 'end this',manolo blahnik online kaufen, the good living breathing kind.
I'll let them tend to their wounded and I'll be on my merry way...
How many more gallons should I spill before making my point?
I'd talk if I could,nike shox schuhe, but I don't think they understand me. Doesn't matter. I like this method more-just hope they shared my sentiments on the matter.
So here we go:
Let me out.
Slash.
Let me out.
Smash.
Let me out.
Toss.
Let me out.
Tear.
Let me out.
Maul.
Let me out.
Crush.
Let me out.
Spring. Catch. Break.
Out.
Bite. Worry. Toss.
OUT.
Claw. Avoid. Avoid. Grip. Swing. Let loose. Jump. Catch. Crush. Break. Bite. Maul.
Hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt
HURT HURT HURT HURT HURT HURT HURT HURT HURT...
LET.
Crush.
ME.
Smash.
OUT,Manolo Blahnik Wedges!
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