Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Selling My Soul

27-8-2005

"I remember there was someone. Someone to love. Someone to hate. And I was somthing, something special. And proud of it for a time. Then they turned on me. He turned on me. I remember...dying. And her. Oh God, she's so beautiful. I needed. He gave. I had to. All I could think of was her. So I promised. And he accepted. All because of her. Damn his lies. He accepted the deal...on his terms. His rules. His way. And somewhere in time, he bust a gut laughing."

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