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How you doing, mama? won't you come out and play with me? After fourteen years, don't you have something to say to me? Like maybe I love you and I'm sorry I locked you up and threw away the key? What the fuck, bitch did you just slam the door in my face you E vil whore bitch let me in take a seat cause you won't be leaving just to be sure i brought some duct tape cause I don't want you screaming you might want to quiet down cause I'm posessed by some demons and if you keep on trying to fight ...

My What If I still recall what you were wearing And the way you just kept staring The fisrt day we met Funny how a simple game of pool Both of us trying to play it cool Turned into something I'll never forget We were young and full of passion But i never would have imagined That my heart would never let your mem'ry go If fate wasn't so damned cruel I wouldn't feel like such a fool For the fact that I still love you so Hook~ My "what if" My fairytale romance My could-have-been lover But we nev...

~Hook~ The best dreams I've had of you Were the dreams where you were dead Dreams in which I beat you With the hateful things you've said I watched you lay there dying And at last I felt avenged For all the ways you hurt me For the blows from which I cringed You never said "I'm sorry" But that it was my fault Yet somehow I've surprised you With the havoc i have wrought You called yourself my mother But acted like my owner You call me your worst mistake I call you my egg donor V.1 the demons t...

Surrender- A Vampire Open Mic Descriptions Tyra-- pale skin, long, dark brown hair, blue-eyed, short, and curvy. She is dressed in a snug black top, a long skirt with a split up the side, and high-heeled sandals with the sexy little straps that buckle midway up her calf. Cameron--tanned, black-haired, dark-eyed, tall, slim build. He is wearing a long, black trench coat, a white long-sleeved shirt, and black slacks. PAGE 1 PANEL 1 STREET (Note: all of the CAPTIONS are spoken by TYRA) Caption: ...

The club was packed out when I got there. A live band was playing, and everyone was dancing, drinks in hand. It was just the thing I needed to help me forget that tomorrow, I would be going back to a monotonous existence in the average world of Atlanta, and all of the pressures of a job I hated. This trip to Jamaica was the best thing that job had done for me in years. So I was determined to enjoy this trip as much as I possibly could before tomorrow's dawn called me back to reality. I went t...