You know when I look in the mirror at these eyelashes that are caked with mascara I remember what smiling feels like.
Lady let your jealousy ensue, but remind you, I do not hate you, I do not grudge you.
Respect, question it when you HAVE actually given it.
Must be beautiful to be that blind about a true friendship.
Blinded by hate.
But can you say why.
Today may just be the breaking day.
You turn the day from a spring sunshine good beat morning to the darkest Alaskan afternoon.
Put a block in the track with us in the cart.
About to drop.
Watch it vier off and two innocent souls tumble out.
See how accomplished you feel then.
I could only pray the guilt would eat you alive from the murder you are attempting to commit.
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