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          Alone in this room,
  could I possibly be,
 making me stand in the corner,
 was I too naughty?
   The scratches, and bruises all covered in me
     do it again I promise to scream.
  I like it when your mad, and you hate at me,
 I hate it when your nice, and so sexy!
     I want to see tears pouring from your eyes I wont be happy until you meet your demise.


 Could I make you angry for all eternity?
  tell me a way, I must be free, free from your kiss that locks me down,
 free from the touch that makes me a hound,

 Free from the smile that you use everyday,
     
  free from the lies I heard that may!



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On Saturday September 27th, 2003, Johny_D_Lewis (603) writes:
mmm...beat me, rip my skin off with your nells...free the real me...kept chained in this body...this empty shell...good write


On Wednesday September 24th, 2003, Dancing_Monkey (1761) writes:
What the fuck.....!


On Wednesday September 24th, 2003, SilentStalker (1318) writes:
Interesting. I tell everyone I'm a masochist...haven't really found out if it's true, though...any volunteers out there...?



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