boy: when we meet promise me to wash the blood off of the operating table, crimsons not my color
girl: bebeh its not my color either. a prompise is a promise, wont be broken , only my heart will be
my finger tips bleed. waiting for a breeze.
boy: ill kill you. one sense at a time, first the tongue so you cant spit remorse. then your fingers will be
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<3 xoxo ilovechel
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