I feel so alone when you're with me

And I dream too much and I don't write enough

Monday, July 1, 2013

You're into strangling? I get that. That makes you better than most of the people on this earth. Here's my chain, Darling. It's not for you to keep me in the kitchen, i'd burn your food on purpose. You can have me, but you can't own me. I'm already in love with you, what more do you want?




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