

Morbid LoveSmell the disgustingly sweet taste of fresh blood. The words rushed through her mind as she breathed in the intoxicating air. The heady aroma of the metallic smelling blood, caused by the crimson pool forming on the ground around her feet, overwhelmed her nostrils and evoked a light headed feeling. She breathed in a sigh of contentment. It always affected her this way. She had experienced this feeling so many times before that she no longer knew if it was the rush of the entire situation or the euphoria in which it instilled, that caused the dangerously strong emotions within her.Morbid Love
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Yo She-Bitch. Let's go.
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This is a lovely place. Im sure u will like it a lot
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Freedom of speech is not for the thought you love, it's for the thought you hate-Larry Flint
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