Carry my joy on the left, carry my pain on the right..

[lucilu]

Curled up in the corner of a cafe on a small wooden chair, in view of only a few - I sit with a warm Vanilla Latte clasped in my hands tight, eying my prey over the foamy top of my coffee. I take no notice to the flickering light above me, or the sound of the cash register popping in and out. The dull murmurs in the back of people talking about

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Hamst3r:

[anonymous]

I walk leaned back making thrusting motions with every step.