

Bottom of the BottleBlood dripped from her mangled frame onto the floor, tainting the carpet she was carefully placed on. Her torso was twisted hideously, legs sticking out at abnormal angles, face contorted in terror, eyes wide, cheeks tearstained, mouth gaping in a silent plea for salvation. Singing a soft lullaby, he stroked her matted crimson hair like a loving mother would her child. The pillow cushioning her head was bloody, a stark contrast to the original clean white. He smiled to himself, rising to admire his work. Walking over her body, he made his way to the table against the wall to retrieve his camera. He had bought a new reel of film eaBottom of the Bottle


master of my heartI am a puppet you are my master your contol strings wrapped around my heart i sit on the shelf looking at you with my dead eyes you use to play with me but now i just collect dust do you still care for me? or am i just your toy? that you never play with any more i just stay and hope you will one day remember the fun you had the way i made you happy the way it made me happy i felt your love i have become cold without your touch if you no longer care please cut these strings let me free i will slowly die here each day i die a little more...master of my heart
Thank yoooooo
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It's the heart that really matters, in the end.
☆ ( ^ ▽^ )/*ヤッホー
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You are FAKE! Like plastic.
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Tell me You're here, that You will watch over me. Forever!
Take hold of my heart, show me You love me. Forever!
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If you believed in me I'd tell you everything.
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You are FAKE! Like plastic.
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Everyone walks in their own footsteps. This is the meaning of responsibility.
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You are FAKE! Like plastic.
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"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it's the only thing that ever has."
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You are FAKE! Like plastic.
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