April 20, 2010
By Lenaforver PLATINUM, Highland, New York
Lenaforver PLATINUM, Highland, New York
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Stick a knife through my heart, it might be beating but pronounce me dead. My eyes may be blinking, but shall they remain. This frown will not leave my face for the daggers in his eyes have struck me paralyzed. The hatred in his disappearing heart has swallowed him whole leaving nothing but the dagger eyes to keep me here.

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